A few short weeks ago, after Halloween, before a big Christmas craft fair, I had the great misfortune to join the club of my parents, siblings, cousins, nieces, and nephews, by breaking my first bone.
The details are rather silly, I feel up the stairs and landed on my right hand. Having never broken anything before I wasn’t sure how to tell. When I described the pain to family members I was told “you just bruised it, you’ll be fine” (I have a very high pain tolerance, I suppose they had worse pain when they broke bones).
Though after showing my black and blue finger that had now developed a lump, to my friend who had been a nurse for 35 years, I was informed that it was indeed broke and I needed to get it checked out. That is the story of my disappearance, I sit here with my finger in a splint.
As I am sure you can imagine, crafting is difficult for me right now, I’ve been using the loom knitter every now and then but I missed being able to sit for an hour and comfortably crochet or knit.
These are a few items I worked the before the big fall
I had the girls sewing for home economics
I played with Australian Shepard’s, my own girl and of course my brother in law brought two mini’s at Thanksgiving
I’ve been busy learning about my ancestry. I received the DNA kit for my birthday last May and I downloaded my raw dna file and uploaded it other places and I’ve been intrigued by what I have learned since then.
Some of this I knew (Scottish, British, Spanish, French) and some completely surprised me. It makes me want to learn more!
Have any of my readers done the DNA test? What was your biggest surprise?
Have a great day folks!