I pulled a neck muscle badly this morning, so it was only with liberal applications of Tiger Balm and a heat bag that it loosened up enough for me to take pics of the Twirly Tam.
Trouble, is, I’m not sure how to wear it.
Top resting on one side?
Or the other?
Pushed to the back?
Or maybe to the front? Hmm, maybe not.
This was the best photo. Since it’s taken from slightly above, I’m guessing that tams suit short people and that I’ll either have to walk around on my knees or keep my chin on my chest whenever I wear it.
But I do like it. It’s very arty-farty. Like me.
The most likely reason I pulled a muscle was this:
My Dad’s socks. Once again, a whole lot of picking up stitches, knitting new sections and then grafting together again. The sock on the left is done, the one on the right shows how they started – it’s now almost done because I sat up late making my back sore in the hopes of finishing last night. I put an afterthought heel in, thinking that it would be easier to replace next time. But I’m afraid there won’t be a next time. Sorry Dad. Just throw them away and I’ll make new ones. It’s more fun.
Lastly, this might also have contributed to the muscle-pulling.
Yep, that’s a half-finished macrame pot hanger. You should have seen the look of horror on the beau’s face when he saw what I was making.