me and my sweet 'mr hook'...

quite simply put,

i crochet to save my sanity...

and as i had not crocheted in quite sometime

i feared my sanity was in peril.

my lack of crocheting ways

has come from

trying to finish Our #1's blanket,

every time i look at it,

i am overcome with an emotion that i have yet to get a grip on.

perhaps for some it is hard to understand,

indeed i myself,

am somewhat amazed by the intensity of the emotions that pour from my heart,

when i give myself time to think of her departure into the world,

and more so when i think she will soon be followed by Our #2...

but i miss my crocheting and

i am miss my sanity.

i need them both

for without them i am 'a drift'.

so i have told myself it is okay to start a new blanket

and return to Our #1's in a few weeks.

i am quite sure some of you have inhaled a deep breath

followed by a 'tut tutting',

knowing the knowledge that comes with putting a work in progress to one side.

and yes i know it is risky,

but it is a risk i must take,

for i need to spend quality time with Mr Hook...

since making my decision,

i am back on the path of crocheting goodness

and lordy does it feel so mighty fine...

me and my sweet Mr Hook

back together,

doing what we do best.

basic

simple

but

'oh so happy'

double crocheting.

back and forth

no need to think

no need to look

just me and him in perfect harmony,

sorting out the world

one stitch at a time,

thoughts are pondered

questions never quite answered

and

time spently wisely...

i am now at the point where i only have eyes for him,

Miss Ethel is out in the cold,

the Clan are making noises near dinner time,

i, with no intention of moving out of my chair.

used dog and pesky olive are left to their own amusement.

little olive now living with a chronic case of 'crochet addiction'

trying all sorts of pesky approaches,

so my 'ordinarily extraordinary' blanket may become hers

but i see her every time.

and why would i call my blanket

an 'ordinarily extraordinary' blanket?

i'm thinking you may be thinking...

well for me i am always quietly amazed.

when i sit back,

having repeated over and over

one simple stitch

in several different colored yarns

i see once again,

that an ordinary 'day to day' thing,

when made by hand

has the ability to become something quite extraordinary...

she is wishing you the peachiest of peachy times, this weekend ~ Tif