My, Oh My, I Love…

Pre-destined days are simply the best, oh yes, I would say this is true.  It's days like these, where you awake with cravings, that you just can not ignore.  Where nothing else matters, but delving into one of the things you quite abundantly adore…  

Today I awoke in need of recuperation from the weekend festivities, and all I could think was yarn, yarn, yarn.  Give me yarn, I need yarn, oh yarn, I love you and miss you….

 

So after my garden tending duties, I found a cozy spot, a spot where I shall hide (quite possibly for the rest of the day, if I am lucky) and lose myself in scrumdillyumptious crochet…

 

And, just like that, after months and months without the urge, to swim and wade in softest wooly furs, I picked up my crochet hook again. 

 

The great wall of blanket (my 4 year endeavor), was screaming my name.  And what with the light, dancing around my room as it is, how can I ignore it?

 

I shan't ignore it.  This time I shall listen, and lose myself in weaves and knots, of which I am over-zealously smitten…

 

As you might recall, I sort of wing it when it comes to crochet.  I picked up a few tricks from watching my grandma, and then sort of invented the rest.  Pro-crocheters would be horrified at the tricks I pull, I'm sure.

As for my blanket, with each color I try a different weave (of my own wacky invention, although some are probably legit, and I don't even know it), while using all different sorts of yarn.  I am not sure when it shall be complete.

Last night I thought – what if I just keep crocheting this blanket for the rest of my life, and see how huge it can get?

But then, I sort of snapped out of it, haha!

 

So, this is where you shall find me today, amongst dreams-capes made of wool.  I've added 3 inches width so far, and if I focus, I might finish it this year.

Alas, this blanket is all for fun, no rules, oh no, from rules we run 😉

 

Also, I have many tales of the birthday fest we traveled to, decorations, treats and car packed full.  There was so much food you could not move, and 3 cakes, all delicious.

 

I had a special cake made, just for the occasion.  And delivered buckets of seeds from my garden, which included GIANT sunflower heads, that everyone was tickled by. 

I played hand clapping games with my young cousin, and we twirled in the grass for hours.  Then she wore my platform shoes, and I her little sandals.

I even took a video, and had beautiful moments with my Granny (she's amazing).  My Mom is still a girl, I can tell you this is true.  She even wore a birthday top hat, made of cushiony fabric (which my young cousin urged).  I think she's over her panic, and I'll tell you this…

She closed her weekend celebrations by visiting here, seeing her post and reading your words.  She was utterly delighted and touched to the core.

Thank you for sharing precious sentiments with her, thank you ever so much.

I'll be sure to share more about the party later (I have tons of photos), but right now I must skedaddle, as my yarn is beckoning me…

I feel myself slipping into a state of yarn obsession again…………..

Not such a bad obsession I suppose.  Unless of course, I buy so much yarn, I have to go live outside in the gypsy garden, and let my yarn have the house….

Actually, I have not been yarn shopping in ages.  Yarn shops are a dangerous place, don't you think?  The colors, the wool, the softness, the sparkle, the the the….

Okay, Okay, I'm leaving 😉

 

🖤,V

 

  ps:  Sometime today, I shall have a guest post at Cupcake Wishes and Birthday Dreams.  And as a hint, let me just tell you, my focus are those wee little cakes, we call cup… 😉

pps:  3 random things.

1)  I would rather write pss, than pps 😉

2)  I have been asked, so I shall tell.  I get my yarn at all sorts of shops.  Sometimes at big craft stores, but mostly at local yarn shops for some of the extra special decorative stuff.  And, I quite adore when folks hand over yarn they no longer want or might even toss, like lovely Lori did last year (she sent super fun yarns).  I have devoured and enjoyed it oodles, and appreciate every bit.  And, it's sort of a delicious recycling, don't you think? 

3)  Mister Lovee and I laugh so much, and we laugh at the same things.  He is my bestest friend, apart from being my lovee.  I do imitations of him that make him laugh so much, he gasps through laughs (while rolling around) saying, stop stop stop, please, hehheahhahahahaaa, stooooooooooooop!!! hehahahahhehehee……..