In the week (sorry!) since I’ve last posted, wordpress has totally changed their layout and I’m a little lost.  You don’t post for six days and look what happens!  Bear with me whilst I re-learn what I’m doing here.

This is a rice sock that I made last week when I was having some shoulder issues.  I’ll spare you the shoulder-injury stories and just say this:  I have an old shoulder problem.  It flares up on occasion.  Yes, I’ve been to PT (twice).  I’ve been on medication.  I now self-medicate using anti-inflammatories (Tylenol for now–I’m so ready to get back to my beloved Advil) and heat.  I stretch when I remember to do so.  Anywho, I saw Nino’s rice socks a couple of months ago and decided to make one.  We used to have some, but I think they were used so much that they were eventually pitched.  Burnt rice doesn’t smell so good.  So I dug out a pair of my stripey thigh-highs that I haven’t worn in oh, two years, but were still in my sock basket.  I laid them on the kitchen counter, probably got distracted and thought, oh, I’ll fill those with rice later.  TWO MONTHS LATER to be exact.

Thanks, Nino for the great idea to use the socks.  So much easier than sewing up bags.  Not that I would really know, since the last time we made these I had my sister sew them for me.  But it was much easier than going to the store, picking out fabric, begging my sister to sew them, etc.  Just fill with rice and tie a knot in the end.  Yay for simplicity.  The rice sock is also much more portable than the heating pad.  And now Arwyn likes to walk around with the stripey sock around her neck and say, “My shoulder hurts.”  Poor thing.  Her parents are both old battle-scarred athletes with old football injuries.  Well, really they are skiing, basketball, car accident and moving injuries but for some reason I think old football injury sounds better.  More romantic.