The girls came over for a lentil soup lunch, lots of talk time, and some handiwork thrown in the mix.
I’ve been wanting to turn some winter afternoons into a warm cozy friend day combined with some handiwork. I’ve had this 3 (oh my, it must be 4 now!) year blanket on the go that I keep saying I should get back to and crochet around all the squares to conveniently pass along to my dear knitting queen of a mum to sew together for me. I have a dear southern friend who introduced me to crocheting the outside of my squares while sitting around her farm table, and drinking tea.
I’m embarrassed to admit this to you (and you know who you are), but here I sit still working at those squares! It’s probably a good thing Canada has six months of winter; I just may have time to finish the project.
My friend’s eldest is a guru of knits and crochets, and was more than helpful for me in returning to the task. Both girls arrived with hand-made hats and scarves, of which had me all pumped once again to get back inside the knitting circle. Besides, I had an aunt who didn’t learn to knit until her mid-forties, and once started she was off and running. And what am I? I guess it’s time to start getting serious about this. I need those inspirational stories of “older” folk who finally find their niche.
But don’t hold your breath, friend. This may not turn into my niche, but I will promise to post the results when the winter knitting circle comes to a close.