a string of miracles...

several miracles happened over Thanksgiving...

miracle 1:

my sister-in-law and our #1 were sick but i did not get sick.

that i believe, is nothing short of a miracle... after last winter's bouts of flu, bronchitis and numerous colds i have become a 'lurgiphobe'. luckily my sweet doctor said "enough is enough Tif" when i went to discuss vertigo issues of the worst kind. after a lot of 'dosing' up on vitamins and other immune building 'goodness' i have stayed lurgy free for sometime, even when all around me in the shed are dropping like flies.

but being holed up for 6 days with two lurgified related people was testing my new defenses to their fullest. i obsessively hand washed and donned my man's world war II gas mask i found in the attic, greatly aiding my chances of good health

miracle 2:

(perhaps for this one you might wish to sit down, because it's quite a miracle and could cause some of you to feel a little wobbly)

i provided

three meals a day,

for six days

for eight mouths

and all eight people survived.

i'm now going to pause a while so you may recover...

for miracle 3 is coming up and i do so want you to be feeling back to normal, for it's rather exciting in the most exciting kind of way

PAUSE

miracle 3:

i had hoped to beaver away on shop stuff whilst our guests were in the shed, but as you all know, trying to be a host whilst sweating it out in one's studio is not really possible.

and so two days before family arrived and the kids had time off school, i started to feel that panicky feeling inside. knowing my hands could not stay idle for six full days and i remain all smiles and niceness.

but then a small miracle happened that led to a string of miracles and we all know how much a string of miracles is a good thing.

i stumbled across this piece of crocheted goodness

my stumbling led to lusting,

my lusting led to investigating,

my investigating led to Yvestown

and that dearest readers, is when i do believe the hint of a 'string of miracles' began.

for Yvonne had kindly shared her 'crocheted goodness' pattern for all to read,

and as you are fully aware pattern reading is not my strong point, but my desire to master her lovely granny circle/squares was so great that after several, okay multiple, ripping out moments i finally got it!

at that 'got it' moment,

a chorus of angels appeared above the shed

along with the 'inbetweeny' crocheting Gods

and yes,

a little bit of 'crocheting glory' shone down on me.

for the next few days, inbetween kitchen duties i crocheted like my life depended upon it, and trust me, i know my sanity did...

i set my sights on a chair cushion,

mainly due to lack of yarn and lack of time

and after many hours, low and behold, a crocheted cushion was born.

too big for the original chair i had wished to share my glory with and so our rocking chair became the chosen one instead.

i stood back to admire, asked my man to stand back and admire.

waited... then prompted, saying that perhaps this might be a moment he wished to remember for all eternity, the moment Tif followed a pattern and it came out right

after the 'hustle and bustle' of Thanksgiving died down, the kids went back to school and my sister-in-law headed back home with her little one.

i took a few hours to see if the string of miracles was still flowing.

with the help of Mr Hook i tried crocheting circles again. after nine rounds, the string of miracles had run out...

i took the little bit of 'roundness' and appliqued it upon a cushion i already owned. thus the original chair destined for my 'lordy i did it' cushion, did not feel left out...

and it doesn't... having spoken to it recently during it's photo shoot, it told me, it was most happy with it's little round cushion and then it mentioned the word 'nipple', after that i stopped listening.

did you see that? the 'flash of speed' above, of course you may very well have been so 'overcome' by my crocheting 'miracle' moment, not to mention the 'nipple' word, you missed it.

here's a closer look...

that would be our little olive.

since it turned December she has been doing laps around the inside of Mossy Shed, getting in training for christmas eve. i told her how Santa sometimes needs help and ever since she has insisted i play 'eye of the tiger' on full volume when she's working out. after which she does what she does best... sleeping

and just before i head out the door, into a lurgified world with gas mask upon my face, i must just say a few things.

("blimey Tif, it's a marathon of rambling today")

first, if you wish to add more to your crafty 'to-do' list, the lovely Jessica has some wonderful garland glee going on at the mo, one for big kids and one for little kids. definitely worth a look and i love that she has used recycled sweaters...

secondly, thank you for your lovely comments about my blog, when you gave thanks in my giveaway, i forgot my manners yesterday with all the excitement of Greta's death defying leap.

and thirdly, i must tell you... i missed you when i was gone, truly deeply missed you and i just needed to let you know

she is wishing you a 'string of small miracles' for yourselves and will be back on monday ~ Tif