Socktopus!

Friday 14th September 2007.

Yep thats the day I took my life in my hands, swallowed my fears and went along to the launch of a new online yarn store. Socktopus is the name and it certainly socked it to me! There I met several great ladies from Ravelry and snarfled myself a copy of Cat Borhdi's New Pathways for Sock Knitters. I also came away with a skein of Smooshy dream in colour and a skein of Cherry Tree Hill, both in blues my favourite colours! (photos to follow later - I'll take pics tomorrow along with my current WIP and other bits!)

Anyway so off to a little side street round the back of Powis Square to a Spa who's name I have forgotten (I will correct this later when I check the invite) whereupon I was met with wine and nibbles and yarn and good company. What more could a girl want?!

Alice, who has started Socktopus, did a great job on the launch. Prizes were given in the form of hand and arm massages (mmmmm I won one of those!) and goodie bags. I surprised myself with the willpower to say no to chocolatey goodness and left feeling quite pleased with myself that I'd finally ventured out and met some fellow knitters!


Tuesday 18th September.


A busy day in the working life, I've temporarily been made Facilities Manager for the company I work for. There are only 5 of us and we are moving office, but the new office needs TONS of work doing on it. I was tasked with finding and directing builders, electricians, data wiring people, networking people, phone people, air conditioning people, alarm people, fire people etc etc etc

Phew it has been crazy busy sorting all this stuff out and I've never done anything like this before. It is a HUGE learning process but the nice thing is I get to spend some time liaising closely with a very very very nice man ;) In amongst the stress of it all, trust me, its very nice to deal with someone that makes yer knees weaken!

I got home last night, had dinner and was watching TV when mum went off to potter about a bit. She had said she would be nipping up for a pee then back down to watch the 10:30 news. 10:15 I hear her call out as if in pain and then a thud. I raced upstairs to find that she had been in the loft, and had fallen down the loft stairs. Now let me explain. First, she is 80. Second a room upstairs is in the process of being decorated so the stairs to the loft conversion (which are wood and slippy and hard) have tons of stuff on them; boxes, bags etc.

She had been up in the loft, drying some clothes in the tumble drier, when she was carrying the basin with clothes in down stairs and it caught on a banister. She lost her balance, twisted and came down hard on her back.

When I got up there, she was lying on her back semi conscious with her legs up the stairs and a basin of clothes thrown all over her. To say I got a shock of my life is an understatement. What did I do first? Ask her wtf she thought she was doing going up to the loft and why she didn't ask me to do it. Second was "are you ok?" - she had complete memory loss and was wondering what she was doing on the floor.

It was as if she had suddenly developed Alzheimer's, she could not remember a thing before or after the fall and couldn't remember what she was doing tomorrow (today). When I reminded her that we were going to a memorial service for Dad this morning, she said "no, why would I be doing that?!" - sadly I got the feeling she thought I was mad and that Dad was fine and that she was fine and that I was some strange person telling her a bunch of BS.

I got scared. In fact I got very very scared. I wanted to call an ambulance, she refused "I'm not going out of here in an ambulance if you call one of those I'll be really mad at you." So I called my brother - he has done a first aid course for work. Over he came and thankfully he knew what to do. She was in shock and had temporary amnesia, he drove us to casualty and there we sat until 2am this morning.

She was examined and sent home, since then she has of course been stiff as hell, is going to have a HUGE shiner on her left side, and complains she is cold a lot. She is still in a bit of shock I think.

It totally scared the pants off me. I'm not ready for her to be hurt, I'm not ready for her to be invalid and I'm definitely nowhere near ready or prepared to lose her. This will sound crazy for someone of my age to say, but I'm going to say it anyway because I still feel like a 16 year old kid, I'm not ready to be an orphan.

So there it is, a long post, without pics (yet) and a catch up to whats up with me. I once again pledge to post here more often!

We finally move office next week, the builders are still working like mad, theres a TON of things to do (not least of which is my basic day job) and I have to figure out a way to catch Mr Nice's eye. It's the first time in a very long time that I've actually been interested in someone. Mr Nice doesn't seem like a good enough name for him, I'll have to think of something else. McDreamy has been used far too much since Grey's Anatomy so I need to think of something else, something appropriate....

~ M