Noni Bag Knitted, for all the wrong reasons
Ta-da! There's the pre-felted Rather Huge Noni Bag...and it is indeed rather huge. That's my new book sitting on top of it for scale, and it's not a mass market paperback, it's a TRADE paperback.
In the midst of the madness of marching band season, I found time to finish knitting my Noni but it was not a good thing. Here's the story:
Monday night I attended my first Devils hockey game of the season at the brand new Prudential Center, a.k.a. "The Rock". It's a spectacular new arena built especially for the Devils in Newark, NJ. I had a grand time exploring the vast new spaces and buying myself a cool pin that says, "She-Devil". The evening went down hill from there as the Pittsburgh Penguins humiliated my beloved team 5-0.
As my husband and I departed from The Rock, I was gawking at the giant mobile police communications van parked in front instead of watching where I was walking. Oddly enough, there was a curb there and I fell right off of it, twisting my left foot in ways a foot was never meant to be twisted. Ouch! Since then I've been ensconced on the couch, foot propped on the coffee table draped in an ice bag, and, of course, I've knitted, hence the finished Noni Bag.
The timing is pretty awful since this weekend the marching band is performing at a football game on Saturday and championships (!) on Sunday. So I'm babying my foot, driving my family crazy by ordering them to carry things for me since I have to use a cane to get around, and crossing my fingers that I'll be able to put weight on my foot come Saturday.
Sometimes I do the dumbest things! Anyone else want to share a "how-could-I-be-this-stupid?!" story?