Earlier this week
Posted by Elizabeth on 01-09-2010 at 9:56 am
So, earlier this week, I was working on this:
Mr. Greenjeans, in Cascade 220
and these:
Vinnland socks, in Oak Grove Studios Pearl Sox Tumbleweed
...and then I did something remarkably dumb, that curtailed my knitting ability (and everything else) for a couple of days.
It was snowing outside. My husband's boss had dubbed the impending weather the "Snowpocalypse", even. After driving home from work, and having what should have been a fifteen-minute drive take the better part of an hour and a half, I had to agree with him.
To combat the cold, I was making cornbread to go with some chili. The only proper way to make cornbread, I assure you, is in a cast-iron skillet. It just does not taste the same otherwise. Those of you who know me might see where this is going already, but for those that haven't been following this long and haven't met me in person, I'll continue.
The oven timer went off, and I pulled the bread out to check on it. Miraculously, it was done, and so I popped it out of the pan (the trick to that is to heat bacon fat up in the skillet in the oven while you mix the batter. The batter basically fries itself as you pour it onto the hot oil, and never comes in direct contact with the pan), and rather than leaving the pan on the trivet, I decided to move it back to one of the stove burners. This makes more sense than it sounds, because I do not have much counter-space to work with and wanted to keep it as clear as possible.
Well, I picked the pan up - with the hand that wasn't wearing an oven mitt.
See? Dumb. Two summers ago, while I was working at the Bridal Store that Shall Not Be Named, I burned my arms countless times on the irons. Thankfully, most of those scars are just about gone.
Also, it was good practice for when I decided to do something so remarkably stupid as I did the other night. My immediate reaction, after dropping the pan, was to turn the faucet on and put my hand in cold tap water. This probably saved me a lot of skin. Never put ice directly on a burn like this. Ever. All it will do is damage the skin more. Similarly, butter is not a good plan. Cold water is the way to go for first-degree burns, people.
The burns are mostly-healed, now, thankfully. All I have left is a little lingering tightness on my index finger and the middle of my hand, which took the brunt of the burn.
So, before I can do anything else quite that stupid, I am off to cast on my second sock!
and these:
...and then I did something remarkably dumb, that curtailed my knitting ability (and everything else) for a couple of days.
It was snowing outside. My husband's boss had dubbed the impending weather the "Snowpocalypse", even. After driving home from work, and having what should have been a fifteen-minute drive take the better part of an hour and a half, I had to agree with him.
To combat the cold, I was making cornbread to go with some chili. The only proper way to make cornbread, I assure you, is in a cast-iron skillet. It just does not taste the same otherwise. Those of you who know me might see where this is going already, but for those that haven't been following this long and haven't met me in person, I'll continue.
The oven timer went off, and I pulled the bread out to check on it. Miraculously, it was done, and so I popped it out of the pan (the trick to that is to heat bacon fat up in the skillet in the oven while you mix the batter. The batter basically fries itself as you pour it onto the hot oil, and never comes in direct contact with the pan), and rather than leaving the pan on the trivet, I decided to move it back to one of the stove burners. This makes more sense than it sounds, because I do not have much counter-space to work with and wanted to keep it as clear as possible.
Well, I picked the pan up - with the hand that wasn't wearing an oven mitt.
See? Dumb. Two summers ago, while I was working at the Bridal Store that Shall Not Be Named, I burned my arms countless times on the irons. Thankfully, most of those scars are just about gone.
Also, it was good practice for when I decided to do something so remarkably stupid as I did the other night. My immediate reaction, after dropping the pan, was to turn the faucet on and put my hand in cold tap water. This probably saved me a lot of skin. Never put ice directly on a burn like this. Ever. All it will do is damage the skin more. Similarly, butter is not a good plan. Cold water is the way to go for first-degree burns, people.
The burns are mostly-healed, now, thankfully. All I have left is a little lingering tightness on my index finger and the middle of my hand, which took the brunt of the burn.
So, before I can do anything else quite that stupid, I am off to cast on my second sock!
Knitting
