There's a hole in the sweater, dear Liza, dear Liza
Monday at work, I suddenly realized I could feel my desk touching my skin. On my arm. Which was supposed to be covered by sleeve.
I looked down, and saw I had a hole in my sleeve. It was fairly big. I received several suggestions on how to deal with this, and one on possible cause.
My friend Carolee suggested I color my arm, so that no one would notice. The sweater was light pink. The only pink coloring utensil I have at work is a pink highlighter. I decided that would draw more attention than it would hide.
At djlicious's birthday party that night, several people suggested I make a patch and attach it over the hole. Then, it was suggested I remove the sleeves and make it into a sweater vest. Because, I was told, "you know how to knit and stuff." Hum. Interesting idea, but it was a turtleneck sweater. Those don't make great vests. When I pointed this out, the dj himself suggested I remove the turtle part and make it into a halter top. Because cashmere makes great halter tops, I suppose.
After the party, I went home, and Hugh stopped by to pick up some stuff he had left at my house a few weeks ago. I showed him the hole, and he offered the scariest thought yet... that the hole was made by moths. MOTHS. He suggested moth balls. But I don't think he quite understood the panic this suggestion gave me. A girl who has so much wool in her house cannot have moths!
I am living in denial. Pretending he did not suggest moths and I am doing nothing about it. This may be a critical error. We shall see.
Speaking of wool, want to see what my Secret Pal Fiona sent me? Want to see what I sent my spoilee Kae?
Libellés : Ma Vie, Secret Pal, things that suck
