Skid. Thud. Ouch.

mountain 1, kelli 0

I know. It’s gross. You should see my leg; it isn’t any prettier. In an energetic burst of long-weekend-joy, I hit the trails for a mountain run Saturday morning and managed to trip on pretty much the very last rock before reaching the parking lot. I slid. On my hands. And one leg.

As you can imagine, this did not make me feel very good. Or very graceful.

It did elicit a rather Sarah Silverman-inspired tirade of tears and curses.

But of course, what can you do? Sit in a cloud of desert dirt and cry the long weekend away? No. That would be silly. So, I showered, hit the bagel shop and regrouped with carbs. My previously planned day of sewing and gardening had to be scrapped. My hand wasn’t going to participate.

oh the insanity

So, I hit the mailbox instead, picked up the latest Netflix correspondence and plopped on the couch ready to spend a Saturday entirely wrapped up in a sullen, woe-is-me, mood.

This didn’t last through the previews. I simply don’t do pathetic. Instead, I remembered that giant tin of tangled yarn and half-completed knitting projects in my bedroom. A few minutes later, I had things sorted.

les libres

I also went through a stack of books to find a new project. I needed something simple, easy, mindless and fun.


With gobs of kitchen cotton, and a true gaggle of babies due to girlfriends this Fall, I figured the time was right to dig into some baby shower gifts. baby knit cap


Viola — a knit baby cap. I’ve got enough kitchen cotton to whip up a half dozen of these. I plan on pairing them with an adorable hooded baby towel. How cute is this tutorial? (Thanks Zarah for the lead!)

My hand is quickly getting better. My grace? Well, that’s a far different story. Thankfully, my mule-like stubbornness keeps me going. I’ll be back on the trails tomorrow.

For those in the US, and soldiers everywhere, thank you. You work is not without incredible sacrifice. Thank you for protecting goof balls like me. And to the many military families, I am so very grateful for your incredible patriotism. May God keep all of your loved ones safe. (And may peace abound!)



11 Replies to “Skid. Thud. Ouch.”

  1. I would say that when life gives you lemons, Kelli, you make lemonade. But don’t make lemonade until that boo boo heals! Stick to cute baby hats instead.

    I fear for runners on those trails. You are all so brave!

    God bless all the families that will be remembering their lost loved ones tomorrow!

  2. Ow! That’s quite a boo-boo! I think a little neosporin, some good videos, a glass of iced tea (or Chardonnay), and some knitting is just what the doctor would order!
    Here’s to healing quickly! Hugs…

  3. Wow, your knitting book stack looks exactly like mine! Sometimes knitting can be so soothing. Hope you heal up quick.

  4. That looks really painful! The hat turned out adorable!

    I’m feeling sorry for myself that I’m sick. Sucks!! Can’t decide if I should force myself to shower and do something or climb back into bed.

  5. Sorry you ended up taking a spill on the trail, but maybe it was some weird cosmic way of saying you needed to get back to that knitting tin missy 🙂 Nice hat btw! Thinking about checking out some of your knitting reading stash there too. Which ones are your favorites and or most helpful to you do you think?
    Have a great week !

  6. I hope your wounds are healing. Your baby hat has inspired me to knit some. We have a festival at our church in two weeks, I’ve spent the past month sewing hand bags, but was trying to think of something quick to knit. As soon as I saw your baby hat, I got out my copy of that book and started knitting. It took me only two hours to make the hat, now I’ve got to work on the i-cord. Hopefully, I’ll have a few of these to sell at the fesitval.

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