do you recall a certain lovely thrift store blanket?
no need to fret about your recall skills, nor mutter under your breathe
"blimey Tif, i can hardly recall what i had for dinner last night, let alone your thrifty finds"
for i have provided an image to help, i know its friday and the week has been long so i do not wish you to have to mutter under your breathe because of me.
actually i can recall what i had for dinner last night, a rare occurrence indeed. not 'having dinner', the recalling it bit. it was a meal of orange with a hint of green. it was completely home cooked and surprisingly appealing looking, therefore worthy of recall in my mind.
however it is not about my culinary delights today, no sirree! it is all about Mille and her crocheting kindness.
upon finding my lovely thrift store blanket, then gifting it to another i continued about my life.
then one day Mille appeared, she told me how the blanket had inspired her to make one for herself and as she had trouble finding a pattern for it, very cleverly (i am thinking) worked it out from my blanket! this had me very delighted and even more so when she wrote up her 'something pretty' pattern and was happy to share it with us. thank you so kindly Mille for inspiring me to pick up Mr Hook again and others i am quite sure.
i am totally in love with Mille's use of colours, this is so often where i trip up but not today, for today i am riding high, higher than i have ever ridden in my short history of crochet riding...
for you see, thanks to the brilliant Mille, a small miracle came to pass last night in Mossy Shed.
as i sat, pondering her pattern with Mr Hook in hand and a ball of gray (see what i mean about colour), i established two rounds of petals and instead of doing as i was told and finishing up with a round of granny square to complete the one petaled square, a little voice whispered in my ear.
that little voice tempted me to do another round of petals, it questioned if indeed i could perhaps go another round or two after that. it was daring me to aim for a circle of crocheted goodness. i made a silent promise to Mille i would come back to her squares after i had ventured off with my little voice
never in my short span of crocheting career (do i have one) have i managed a circle of muchness. but i was feeling reckless, i was in my new snug, cozy, crafty hangout upstairs tucked out of the way of my clan, i was feeling anything was possible at that moment in time. the world of crocheting was my oyster.
and so it would appear the crocheting circle gods were in line, for row after row of petals and hour after hour of me sitting there listening to the early morning show on Radio 2 had me believing that miracles do happen. as i stood to go to bed, a little achy and creaky, well past my due date of hitting the sack, i laid my crocheted circle offering down and right there and then, a chorus of angels appeared, (singing quietly cause it was late) and glory shone down on me.
a crocheted circle of 'lo and beholdness' had been born and not an ounce of 'colour iffyness' about it.
she is wishing you a bit of 'lo and beholdness' yourselves this weekend ~ Tif