The Little Things

I was exhausted when I got to work, thirty minutes late and way behind schedule. I dragged myself through the day, mixing molecular biology with centrifuge repair, while submitting online Grad School applications. My back was in knots and my breathing shallow from both the cold that has permanently taken up residence in my sinuses, and from the panic, the sheer dread of the whole Grad School idea.

I left work late, despite going in early, yes I was late at being early which still meant I was way early for a normal day but way later than I should have been. Does that make sense? I'm not so sure. Anyway, I went to Starbucks to hang out. I never go to Starbucks just to hangout, but I was tired. I could feel my body drifting off to sleep, the muscles relaxing in response to the steamed milk and gentle music...

I left and immediately felt tense again, the might of Starbucks only kept the demons at bay for a short while. On impluse I stopped in at a quaint fabric store, hidden on the Upper East Side a couple of doors down from Serendipity. It was run by an old couple, Eastern European by their accents, an ambience of quiet waiting a passivity.

On the counter there were little celophane bags of twiddly bits, 99c each. They made me so happy I bought two. And tomorrow I may go back and picck out some more, for the monkeys, for the baby sweaters, and for the peace of mind.

Baby swaeter pattern available here. It only takes a skein... go on, make a little person happy.