I really ended up not liking the way the "Crocuses" plied. As a single, it was fine; it looked awful.. well, see comments in previous post about the way it turned out. I didn't take a picture of the "before" stage, when it was plied and left in all its yellow/purple awfulness, but I took pictures of the "after". The "after" turned out pretty much the way I was hoping, though the colors are a little more intense than I expected; sunlight always makes things look a lot.. er... more intense. I've renamed it "Blood Oranges" even though I think the actual fruit is quite a bit redder on the inside than the yarn turned out. There's a lot of interplay between the shades of orange, while the purple turned more brownish than becoming a deeper purple. That's fine, 'cause anything is better than the yucky yellow/purple ick it looked like before. It's a nice warm color combination, which will lend itself well to to some nifty colorwork like this; I'm thinking my brown Cascade 220 will go with it quite nicely. I haven't done the WPI test yet, but I will... just in case.
That was about the end of good stuff today, I think, other than Rachael getting her package and me getting the yarn photographed--yay for sunlight! We mowed the grass for the first time this year while several other people in the neighborhood were busily engaged in similar yard reclamation activities. I dubbed the noise "Symphony For Two Lawn Mowers and A Barking Dog". The trees are leafing out, so there was also much sneezing to add to the din; I noticed the car now has a light dusting of--eek!--pollen on the hood, so I'm going to buy stock in Pfizer or whoever makes Benadryl (just kidding...) and thus be prepared for allergy season. Oh, and the ticks are starting to come out.. double Grrrrr: I found one in my hair when I came in from mowing and grubbing in the garden.
On top of that, the refrigerator door decided to start throwing things at me while I was getting my yogurt this morning. You know those little rails inside the door? The ones designed (supposedly) to restrain the enthusiasm of bottled products and pitchers of iced tea and filtered water? The one in the middle, which contained two bottles of beer, a bottle of ketchup, a pitcher of water, one of iced tea, a bottle of double black soy sauce, and one of vanilla extract, decided to throw all of the above at me when I opened the door. Argh! I jumped back and cried, "Fork!", which made mom laugh. After I got the bottles rearranged, mess cleaned up, and the rail reattached, I took out the trash and said, "Sorry I dropped the F bomb..."
"That's all right," mom said. "I think it was justified."
And this is only Tuesday.. I wonder if there's a correlation between taxes falling on a Tuesday and some alignment (or misalignment) of cosmic forces all coming together to cause these relatively minor catastrophes? Yes, I know it's an oxymoron....