Sunday was a calm day. I finally got to torch again (I'm a glass artist). It was the first time since June. I had surgery on my ankle to fix a ligament and some cartilage damage, and after that I was in a cast for six weeks. After the cast was off I was in a boot for another six; I still have a few days left. It made torching a little bit tough. So, Sunday was my first time out in quite a while. It was great to get away and have some time to myself. I made a set of 20 beads and a matching focal. Then we went back to A.C. Moore's for more yarn, and hung out around the house.
Right before dinner I pulled out one of the two skeins of yarn I had purchased and noticed the label was loose around one of them. That's pretty weird because normally they're so tight it's hard to get them to slide off. Out came my trusty kitchen scale and on went the yarn. Sure enough, instead of the generous 10.5oz it was supposed to weigh, the entire skein weighed a measly 7oz. Someone must have purchased the skein, used some, and returned it. By this time nothing shocked me.
Since I had purchased the last two skeins of that color, I had to call the store, ask if I could exchange it, and see if they had any more in stock. I explained the situation to two different employees, then hummed along to the lovely hold music while I waited ever so patiently (now do you really believe that?) until it was confirmed that there were four more skeins in stock, and the employee generously offered to hold one for me.
Chad went there right away to switch it out for me and, naturally, purchased another in the same color. Afterwards I found myself reflecting on the events of the past three days. Do normal people have lives like this? I didn't know. I had no basis for comparison.
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