…And then there are days that don’t quite work. Do you know the feeling?
I think I’m still raw from intense hours with patients’ harrowing stories at work this week. And the Toddler Twinnage were a leeeeetle bit relentless in their Mummy-Mummy-Mummy-Mummy-Mummy all day today. And I possibly ate too many of the choc chip cookies that I baked this morning. And my first attempt at crocheting my bag strap in the round went all Mobius on me and had to be ripped out.
Yes, yes, I’ve got these micro-problems all in proportion, more so since I lit the fire, poured some wine, and attached my posterior very firmly to the sofa. And crochet is soothing (when it’s not turning into a Mobius mess). The bag is progressing:-
And I’m thinking hard about the details of the knitted version that will follow, and the patterns that I’ll write up for y’all.
Also, I’ve been operating outside my comfort zone by sewing. The house-bag needs reinforcement if it’s to hold anything more substantial than the Toddler Twinnage’s feather collection, so I’ve been wielding cotton fabric and interlacing and an over-enthusiastically steamy iron. This is the bag strap innards in progress:-
And now I’m crocheting round the strap, and feeling the stress melt away:-
Working the bricks is quite satisfying, probably as satisfying as building a wall for real.
And whilst I’m busy trying to throw off weary gloom, at least spring is hovering and blossom is ripe, though as I write this a howling gale is roaring down the chimney and annoying the log fire.
And look at these beauties, too!
Time to put the crochet down and get some sleep. Anyway, tomorrow is another day….