Last night I cast off the neck on that little baby sweater, and this morning I picked up stitches for the buttonband. While I read to Stella I closed up the little armpit holes you always get with a raglan sweater, and wove in the ends.
I was going to pick up buttons when I went to the gym to work out, but I was shanghai-ed by the bunyip. I was going to swim, see, but my bathing suit is missing. I hung it over the edge of the tub on Thursday night, and I can only conclude that our bunyip reeeeaaaaached up out of the bathroom vent to snatch it up in his drooling jaws. I wish I knew why our bunyip loved Lycra so. I suppose it's better than a taste for human flesh BUT STILL.
So I was very distracted while packing for the gym, because I kept thinking of implausible places where the bathing suit might have gone and zipping off to investigate them. I discovered at the gym that I had forgotten to take a sports bra; I decided to run anyway. Thankfully nobody lost an eye in the aftermath of that decision, but afterward I was too sweaty to countenance putting my street clothes on again. And I didn't feel comfortable going to Joann's in sweaty skimpy running clothes. (Oh, look, here I am being weird about body stuff again. I'll post a picture of myself in that cute little running skirt on the internet, but I won't go into Joann's while wearing it because I used to have a student who worked at Joann's.) "I'll take the kids out for Laetare Sunday ice cream after dinner," I told my sweaty self, "and pick up a card of buttons on the way home."
I had forgotten, though that Joann's closes at 7 on Sundays. No buttons for me, but it was a really fun outing with happy kids so I can't complain too vehemently. And I do think the sweater will be darling. Don't you agree?
Now if I can just persuade the bunyip to barf up my bathing suit.