it's hard to believe that just two weeks has passed since i caved and went running to my yarn stash. i think that's what happens when you spend most days in your pyjamas, time passes in a different way.
today however i am dressed and trying to find my way out from under the 'cloud of sadness' that has engulfed me since my folks left.
last night i stayed up late finishing my latest collaboration with Mr Hook, i'm so proud of my achievements with him. i know perhaps one shouldn't blow one's own trumpet but i can't help it. to have made such items... items that i never would have dreamed possible a few years back due to a crocheting inability, makes me stand here before you and 'boast a little'.
so please forgive my boasting ways, just for today...
the granny circle squares i showed you on monday
have now become a little cushion.
a friend for my other cushion
over christmas i took Yvonne's pattern for the granny circle squares and tweaked it, making a garland for the lounge...
a new year needs a new garland i feel
and then there is the matter of a stool, a very faithful stool that has been good to me over the years despite being flat packed on arrival.
well this little stool began to make noises to me as i passed by, little sobs of despair.
on closer inspection it became apparent that my little stool was feeling most left out in the cold. for my little stool had noted Ingrid's wood & wool stools beside her, clothed in their glorious crocheted coats.
i said to my little stool,
"little stool do not worry, for i have mastered skills of crocheting way beyond my wildest dreams and i know i can help you"
with that thought and a bottle of cider, i proceeded to crochet a circle.
in my reckless abandonment, being two sheets to the wind and remembering my 'risk taking ways' for 2010, i continued going round and around. when at last i felt my circle was as good as it was going to get i stopped.
did despair descend upon me when i noted it's flaring wavy corners, dearest readers?
why no it did not,
did i hang my head and weep into my dressing gown, dearest readers?
why no i did not,
i just reached for a length of yarn, weaved it through the edge of my dubious circle and gathered it up.
in short i produced a crocheted shower cap for my little stool.
my little stool tells me it is far happier and glorious
my little brain is telling me i need to crochet with cider in hand more often
and there she feels, ends her days of moping, tomorrow the sun will come out ~ Tif