These 2 a.m. bedtimes of mine have got to stop. I don't know what I'm thinking. I can't get up early enough to think clearly enough the next day, which means I really can't write clearly enough. All I have to offer you is some good old fashioned chicken porn.
We're all living under the big top. Seriously, life's a circus!
A whimsical photo because I'm getting into that awful head space of discontent and for no good reason. To combat what plagues me, I make little statements of fact to myself. Upon waking this morning: This is me now. Waking. In my little house. In my warm bed. In this darkened room. Light seeping in. A dog. Birds cutting past my window. Movement. Life. Today. This is today.
Then I just have to get up and get through it. It's Friday though. I have two glorious days of calling the shots. Clean the coop. Turn the compost. Learn a new stitch. Two days. Glorious.
No, I didn't even make it two months with the Photo 365 project. That's not to say that I haven't taken a photo every day, I just have not post-edited and uploaded to the myriad of sites that I'm signed up with. But all is not lost. I have not been a complete slacker.
I crocheted my little heart out all weekend long. At the rate I'm going, I'll be the poster child for carpal tunnel soon. Crocheting swatch after swatch of little squares, learning foundation chain, single crochet, half double (and arguing about the naming of that stitch with Michael) and a double stitch I began to look for a simple pattern. You can only make so many swatches and I have so many swatches!
I found a pattern for something called the Ingrid scarf. It used all of the stitches that I learned plus I learned how to make a simple scalloped edge. It was simple enough to make in a day if I had started a little earlier and cut down on the length a wee bit. Lessons learned.
Without further ado, I give you my first ever completed crochet project:
This was the week of 365 Photo Failure. I was not able to keep up the pace. Of the choices that I had to make, learning crochet or photo editing - crochet won.
For my "favorite" image I am going with an iPhone shot. I don't usually post iPhone photos, because the point of this project for me was to become accustomed to carrying my DSLR with me at all times and to master it. El Presidente has become my constant companion but I am learning - he has no master.
The photo below was taken at the spur of the moment as I was walking through the parking lot at work. It works. It's pretty, the fallen leaves crowning the blossom. Enjoy!
A brief summary of my history with crochet starting at the very, very beginning.
When I was in my twenties, maybe my thirties, I knew that I'd want to learn to crochet when I reached my fifties. It's true. Just goes to show that there was a time in my life when I really knew who I was. I was so sure that I'd crochet one day that I bought skeins and skeins of yarn that I found on sale. Wool skeins that were marked down to .35 cents. I don't know what the original price was but, I do know a deal when I see one.
In mid-December, the urge to crochet hit me just like I knew it would. It hit me hard. I went to the little closet, the one adjacent to the tinier closet that hides the water heater, and dug high and low until I found the box marked, "Knitting, fishing, kitchen garden, negatives, etc." Okay, so I thought I'd knit, not crochet and no, I never thought twice about boxing up the wool with the fishing reel and no, nothing in the box smelled fishy at all. Hallelujah for that, right?
I watched video after video, bought a few books, bought more yarn and learned a few basic stitches. Then one evening, my fingers said, "No more!" and they refused to work. It was like a curse took hold and my fingers were transformed into stubby little carrots, unable to hold a string or knot a knot. I couldn't work the crochet hook to save my life. In disgust, I put the whole thing aside. For weeks the hook, the book and the yarn sat in a corner. I'd rather have done anything but crochet. I'd rather have gone fishing.
Then, out of nowhere, the crochet bug hit again. This evening, I gathered up the yarn and hook. The curse had been lifted. I made a row of thirty chain stitches and single stitched my way through one of the skeins. I made myself crochet the entire skein of wool. I started at 5pm and stopped at midnight with little breaks in between.
Tomorrow I will tackle the double-half stitch which Michael's math brain insists is a single stitch due to the half being doubled. I refuse to use my limited resources arguing with him, I am saving my reserves for learning how to make knots with a little stick.
That is my crochet update. Eventually I hope to make a blanket to cover Mr. Math and then after than I"d like to make myself a little grocery tote. I think this is all do-able provided I remain safe from the stubby carrot finger curse.