Note the normal toenail on the left.
And the injured toenail on the right.
I had an encounter with Megan, a curly-haired, beaming, mack truck of a little girl who apparently wears steel-toed sneakers. My toenail gave its life in the service of a hug. A noble end.
I should count myself lucky. I still HAVE a nail. It's just broken off down into the nailbed, making it painful and oozy.
Thank goodness I cancelled that pedicure.
In Strikke-along news, I have decided I'm going to try stranded color. I've mastered the technique in crochet, so I should be able to figure it out in knit. Right? Am I taunting the Knitting Goddess by saying this?