And remember that crap about the trauma of wearing glasses again? Forget I said it. I am so happy to have my close-up vision back I can't tell you. The glasses are cute and I don't hate looking at myself in them. I can deal with this.
And because I can see again, I am thinking about other things that I have wanted to do but haven't even dared touch in the last six months, because I could not F-ing SEE. Like sewing. I'm thinking about that drawstring bag in Debbie Bliss Home, and the cute, fun fabric I have in my stash, lots of color, and the red Cotton-ease in the same stash, and how my sewing machine hasn't seen the light of day since I can't remember, and how a bag lining for a fun red bag would be an easy and non-threatening take the machine out of the closet-type project. Because I do want to sew. And I have neither time nor energy for regular classes, so self-taught it must be. I'm not threatened by this, because my formal knitting education consisted of a couple of rainy afternoons when I was in I don't know, 1st, 2nd grade? (Crocheting started when my little eyes focused, I think the Great Aunts had a hook in my hand before I turned 5.) Anyone who can read a book and slow down to follow directions (well-written directions, that is) can figure these things out. Finding well-written instruction is the tricky part, but I have reference materials that don't make my head hurt.
And I want to buy yarn. I want to make the Diagonal Jacket in the same book. But I'm going to hold out another six weeks or so, until Asheville.
But, in the meantime, I'm focusing on slogging through the purple stockinette. And I think I have enough of the gender-neutral Kureyon in the stash for a Red Scarf Project scarf. And if I don't have it, then I will By God Buy Yarn!