We've certainly had our share of stitches and staples, only one broken bone, but plenty of emergency room visits with this active crew of five children. But I don't think, in all these years, that we've had a black eye before this week and this little girl! If you ask her, she'll tell you that 'the swing did it.' It's true - in just the wrong position, leaf pile-jumping, she stood up just as a heavy wooden tree swing was coming her way, let go of by someone who had just hopped off it. An accident with shockingly few tears, but a very sad sight to behold!
I finished the hat for my black-eyed girl last night. Annabel woke up very pleased to have been the recipient of my knitting, especially something in the colors of pink and purple and blue. The hat is Rambled, though the pattern doesn't show up terribly well with this handspun variegated yarn, but that's okay. Harper says she looks like she's wearing a 'silly chef's hat' which wasn't exactly what I was going for, but at least - because she's 'hurt' and deserving of extra kindness - he just whispered that to me. Annabel is happy with it. And though that black eye of hers doesn't hurt at all (she says), she'll happily take that extra kindness and love anyone wants to give her. And a new hat too.
