Not for long, I had to take it back. I’ve been sorting and destashing all my fibers. On the list last night was a tub of yarns and this old wicker picnic basket of yarns. I left the room for just a few minutes when Ron called me.
We heard a crinkling noise coming from the family room. I pretty much knew what it was. LuLu has never seen a basket she didn’t like and if it is full of yarns, stuffed toys or quilts she likes it even more.
She may have been a cat in a former life…just look at that un-canine like yawn on her little face.
I’m going through some major life changes right now. It would be super easy to just sit back and do nothing. Unfortunately that isn’t in my nature. Maybe it would be good to be able to disconnect for a while, but it isn’t something I’ve ever learned to do. I’ve never seen the point of it…..can you tell I’m a type “A” personality?
While destashing and going through the huge pile of supplies that came back to Arkansas from Texas when my place sold there, I came across this basket of cotton yarns. Lots and lots of little pieces and nothing with enough to make a planned anything.
It would have been easy to pitch this stuff and not have to deal with it. Unfortunately, pitching stuff in the trash isn’t in my nature either. There will be a monstrous pile of donated things before I”m done, too.
I got out some of my pattern books thinking I would just start something, but there wasn’t enough of anything for any patterns. So, I just started crocheting. Odd that with RA I can do the motions needed for this. I think I’m going to call it free-style crochet and I think it will look a lot like a crazy quilt when it gets done. I guess if it serves the purpose of keeping my mind quiet in the evenings and gives me something creative to do, it is a good thing.