So we were driving home from dance class last night when the car started to freak out. Let me start by saying everyone is fine and no one was hurt, which is the important part. But on a major roadway in a rainstorm, my alternator fried and I lost the power assist to my steering and brakes, my windshield wipers and my headlights, all pretty much at the same time. I was able to wrestle the car onto a side street and despite two near misses managed not to hit anything and get the car to a stop along the side of the road. At the same time, because that is the kind of night I was having, the cell phone died. Thankfully, some very nice people let me and the Kid come in and use their phone to call a tow truck. Thankfully, my wonderful neighbors came and got the Kid and got her out of their while I waited for said tow truck. Thankfully, said tow truck arrived within the hour and got the car to my house, so my regular garage could work on it (or shoot it and put it out of its misery) today. But I was scared, and soaked through and on my last nerve by the time I got the Kid and I settled in the house late last night.
So I put on my ratty penguin pajamas and dug these - the Happy Socks - out of the cedar chest and put them on. I figured if I ever needed Happy Socks, last night was the night. Then I wrapped my shivering and still slightly damp self in The Throw that Ate New Jersey - seen below. It is 50% angora and 50% wool and so soft and warm it is amazing.
Then I got out the Vogue scarf I showed you in the previous post, and knitted the jitters away so I could finally go to sleep about midnight.
It was good I had all this wooly goodness to fall back on. While I am a charity knitting fanatic, I encourage you all to go make something warm and wonderful for yourself, just in case you need it.
I am off to buy a new cell phone...