Look who’s up! And for the moment, I feel fine! This is so weird. Yesterday was one of my worst days, and here I am, bright eyed and bushy tailed at 6 o’clock in the morning!

Like I said, yesterday was one of my worst days. The first half was normal, even good, but once the afternoon hit, it was a rapid downhill slide until I finally passed out in bed. My sweet mother-in-law came by to pick up the wardrobe that is FINALLY out of my living room!!! She came early (before the men/muscle arrived) and brought dinner and dessert, cleaned my kitchen and one of the bathrooms, helped Abby with her homework, and then cleaned up everything after dinner as well. That was nice! And I needed it more that I would have guessed, considering how rotten I felt.

So I didn’t even THINK about knitting yesterday. But I have something fun to show you, if you’re interested. There’s a new goldfish auction on my favorite goldfish website. They haven’t had an auction for a long time, so I was very excited, and as usual, they’re going fast. Of course, I can’t afford them, but I never tire of looking.

The funny thing about fancy goldfish is that many of them are really grotesque. There’s only a few that catch my fancy, and some of the fish in this auction have caught it.

Lot 4 is cute, despite being incredibly expensive, and I have no doubt that Nate would hate it. (He thinks that most of the fancies are ridiculous looking, and every time I show him one of the calicos like this one, he is incredulous and amused.

Lot 14 is stunning, and would match Bridget (my little pearlscale) very nicely. I’ve always liked the chocolate color of goldfish, even though it really is the same color as the brown algae that grows in my tank, which isn’t pretty.

Finally, Lot 19. He’s goofy looking, and he looks a bit “rough”, but I think he’s cute in a weird way. The sort of “pinch-your-cheeks” kind of cute, you know?

Well, here’s hoping my health will last today. Unfortunately, I don’t have much hope, but at least I’m having a good morning, so far.

And now I’m working on the front, which is the most exciting part. I think I’m 7 centimeters into it so far, and at 22 or so centimeters, I get to start the “H”.

But my mind is already wandering.

I really should finish up Veronica’s Kimono, but I’m thinking it may be too small, and I’m not enjoying the slow-going of the garter stitch, so I don’t know when I’ll do it.

Since Olivia lost her beautiful coat from last year that should have lasted her three years, she is in need of new outerwear. I have some bulky, wildly colorful yarn that was given to me by a friend of my husband’s and I’m thinking about making a slip-stitch jacket or something for her with it. Something simple and quick.

Also, I’m thinking about me. Remember my butterfly brooch? I want to wear it this winter, so I spent a lot of time over the weekend hunting around for patterns and color ideas for a suitable scarf. And I think I found one.

It’s the Interlocking Balloons scarf from Scarf Style, and I think the smooth and flowing movement of the cables will look very nice with the pin. The pattern calls for sport weight yarn, which I don’t have, but I’m wondering if I could get by with that lovely red Angora I have from Elsebeth Lavold. It will make a bigger scarf, but I have plenty of the yarn, so I’m going to start it and see how it works up.

The search for a scarf has initiated a search for a new cardigan. Also for me. I have 12 or 13 more balls of that lovely brown Lopi that went into Lauralund, and while I’d like to use something different, this won’t cost me anything. But I want it to be different enough from Lauralund as not to be easily confused with it. And I want to design something myself. So the creative wheels are turning, and pattern books are scattered everywhere.

“I Do” has fallen out of favor. Maybe it’s because I think I’ll need to be thinner to wear it. Maybe it’s because I was way nauseated the day I started it and therefore will never be able to touch it again. I don’t know, but I do know that I don’t want to make it any time soon.