Anyway, I stabbed myself yesterday in the arm, near my elbow. Unfortunately, I don't have a great story. Not even really a good story. But here it is: I was washing dishes, and I was reaching around the other side of the dish rack to put a mug down when I clipped the utensil caddy. In an attempt to catch it (while not breaking my mug), I flailed and ended up jamming my arm down hard on the tip of a very sharp paring knife, knocking the utensil caddy on the form and luckily dodging the other two sharp knives while keeping them from piercing my toes. I called Lance in a panic, and he came home to find me in a slight state of shock, drenched in sweat from the adrenaline rush, pressing a paper towel to my bleeding arm.
After he patched me up, Lance finished the dishes while I calmed down and realized that my knife injury now limits my range of motion, meaning I pierced the muscle that controls my hand--thus inhibiting my ability to grasp things well, type, or lift things.
Today, though, I was feeling a bit better, so I decided to do a little sewing. I cut out a pattern for a cute shirt I'd been eyeballing (and had a piece of fabric picked up for super cheap!) Lance came through, and as he has acquired many apples, he wanted me to make him a muslin press bag for his apple press. So I cut out and sewed that, then decided to keep up the craftiness and made this:
It's stretchy and comfy and I really like it. I look forward to wearing it out sometime soon! When I'm less stabbed.