In order to dress up my Birkenstock Arizonas yesterday, now that wool sock season is temporarily over, I did this:
Polishing nails is something I don’t do all that often. Last time I remember polishing my fingernails was the day I went into labor with the twins. I had this compulsion that day that my nails just HAD to be polished and I just fixated on that. I’m pretty sure I had mom polish my toenails that day too, no way in heck I could get to them. Memory is a bit fuzzy as to some details of that day 
If not, I can’t remember the last time I did my toenails. Anyway, it was a great suggestion by a coworker to take five minutes and do it. Gave me a great excuse to park on the couch and knit.
As you can see, I’m well past the halfway point on the second sleeve for Trellis as a result of my forced "idleness". As of this morning’s commute, I am in the home stretch. I’ll finish the second sleeve today. I want this sweater done ASAP as there was a nice package in the mailbox last night when I got home. My Coffee Bean Calmer arrived! I have to say, I do like the brown very much. It matches nicely one of the skirts I bought last weekend. Brown would also be one of those colors that I could wear season after season after season without worry. I like the classics. Now I just need to find a nice pair of brown shoes.
I overslept this morning. I just couldn’t get up. I had some of the weirdest dreams too. Guess the fumes from the nailpolish got to me. I dreamt that my ex-husband came over, we were chatting, and then while I was in the shower, he destroyed my bed. A while later I discovered this as I tried to call it a night. I got pissed, naturally, and he showed up with an Uzi. He shot a bunch of people, including my boyfriend (of which I have none) and I "woke up". Cut to his now threatening me and bashing my car against the retaining wall on my parents driveway, about to pull out his Uzi again. I took advantage of the car abuse to call 911 and they took him away before the bloodshed. Again, I "woke up". Cut to my explaining the double dream to someone and we then went to the holodeck on Voyager for a party. It was then that I really woke up as the alarm clock got a little insistent. A little weirded out I might add. Why after being divorced for 5 years am I dreaming about the dude. I’ve had no contact with him since March of 2000. I did remove his old clothes from the hall closet during the closet fiasco and dumped them in one of those bins last weekend. That shouldn’t be enough to see him as a nut with a gun now though. Just odd. Not to mention the various repeats with variations that the theme went through and the layering in of Star Trek. I’m surprised there was no knitting at all! Though now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure I was knitting during the chatting in the first layer.
I love those dreams in a dream in a dream. During the early days of my being back at the office after maternity leave, I spent a lot of time during the wee hours rocking Alexander in the nursery. He wasn’t very good at going to sleep on his own, a problem I didn’t rectify until he was 9 months old, so I rocked him. One night I must have been really tired and dreamed that I had fallen asleep in the rocking chair and was there dreaming about sleeping in my bed. Which is where I really was. I was surprised when I did wake up in my bed. Nuts.
Now that I’ve completely digressed, I think I’ll close here.
Craft on.
