KonaKitty here, reporting on Mommy's Right Wrist.
It's a long story, better settle in with a cuppa nip tea and tuna treats...
A looooong time ago, back in Illinois, before I had so darn many brothers and sisters, Mommy used to do a lot of sewing and needlework. She had a room all set up for crafting and used to get together with friends once a month to work on mutual projects. Then we moved into 1) a much smaller house in Nevada where 2) Mommy didn't know anybody crafty and 3) there were suddenly 13 kitties in residence. (The largest and most significant impediment--ed.) Mommy's crafting sorta fell by the wayside. Then, she started working evenings instead of days at work, and there was a paradigm shift in how her work time was organized--the majority of the actual "labor" was concentrated into the first two and last three hours of her 10-hour shift, leaving a pleasant gap between in which to eat her dinner,
read blogs and screw off on the internet monitor the system.
Now, Mommy is
easily bored an antsy person, so keeping her hands busy actually helps her concentrate on her job (unlike us kitties who can stare at stuff for hours), and after a few weeks she realized the gap was the perfect time to take up some small crafty projects again...like crocheting. It was an elegant solution; Mommy could make things without elebenty cats "helping" her, while staying alert at work.
One Monday afternoon one of her work buddies, Gil, stopped in to chat at shift change. Gil makes all-organic lotions, balms, and soaps for local craft fairs and he saw Mommy's crocheting and wondered if she could make him some bath scrubbies to include in his gift packs. Mommy said "of course" and over the next few weeks they settled on how many, the pattern, and what she'd make them out of: a nice sturdy hemp twine. Naturally there were balls of leftover hemp discarded from the trial scrubbies, and Mommy, being the
OCD frugal soul that she is, cast about for some use for them. (She already has enough proto-scrubbies to scour an army!) She decided to make a couple of large doilies for the two round end-tables...and that's what did her wrist in. The first doily was made out of hemp cord, which, although rough, was pliable. The second doily was made from hemp twine which is stiff stiff stiff--the same stuff she made the scrubbies out of but of course the they were much smaller and took less time. And that's the thing--time. Mommy worked on the second doily for nearly three hours straight (at home) last Thursday evening and the pressure from twisting the crochet hook did her in. By Saturday afternoon her wrist was so hurty she could barely wave at a parade, let alone type!
Stoopid Mommy. At least we got a good story out of the deal.
Anyhoo, 48 hours of wrist-rest and aspirin appear to have done the trick, as evidenced by her taking my dictation and typing this blog post--Mommy's Tale of Woe--for me. The doilies turned out beautifully, and I'll make sure we post a couple photos for you to see.
Kitties, make sure your humans create safely, or they too may suffer from the Dreaded Crafting Trauma.
XX KonaKitty XX