a true fashion victim

Fun and games here today, as my nieces have come to stay! The day got off to a bad start when I walloped my head and shoulder on a sloping ceiling. Surely, after that, things could only get better?

We had fun trying out crochet chains, we had a really great meal, and then.... E&J went to get themselves ice-creams. Only J came back, telling me that E had fallen over and hurt herself. A rather woebegone E told me that she'd dislocated her wrist. Happily, there was a first-aider close at hand who applied an icepack and suggested that maybe we got the writst looked at by A&E. I was still baffled about the cause of E's fall. Hmmm.... Turned out that she'd tripped on her amazingly long, decidedly ripped jeans....

One trip to A&E later and we have a broken bone to report! The niece formerly-known as Goth Niece is henceforward known as Fashion Victim Niece. Once we got home we decided to postpone our yarn-painting session until tomorrow, not least because cruel Uncle Graham was making jokes along the lines of "at 1pm I broke my wrist, at 6pm I dyed".


Let's hope that Fashion Victim Niece (E), Miss Pegs (J) and I have a less eventful day tomorrow.