21 December 2011
Sometimes you need a break in the run up to Christmas. I know I do. Round about the solstice I can find myself getting quite overwhelmed by the busy-ness. This year I have been more organised not by the to-do list type of stuff, but by scheduling in some quiet time. So it was that Veronika came round yesterday for a crochet lesson, and Elizabeth came to join us. We had an altogether relaxing time with our hooks, mince pies and fruity spelt loaf, and a bowl of home-made pumpkin soup before going off to meet our mates at the pub where we ended up making a communal fourteen pointed star with some pretty paper that E just happened to have in her bag. V, who was an exemplary student and very diligent about holding the yarn properly, dropped me a line today declaring herself a crochet addict: "I crocheted my way home last night, on the central line, then onto the Waterloo and City Line, then on the train trying to remember to not miss my stop. Then I got home and had to do just a little bit more in bed... " she said.
Our fluffy cat is a crochet addict too. Except she waits until the work is done and just sits on it.