Right now I’ve got the follwing projects at some stage past started and before finished:

–Card wallet in purples (% finished depends on how elaborate I eventually make it)
–Snowman “sculpture” (body finished, so say 65%…the finishing is hardest for me, by far)
–A blue critter (75%)
–Sadie’s “do-over” hat (50%)
–Squiggly-Wiggly trivet (just started)
–The Monster (10 year old, half-finished granny ‘ghan)

Partial patterns written for “orange critter” and the snowman.

Some pics taken for Etsy store. Have started writing item descriptions. On hold waiting for my new card to show up so I can sign up as a seller.

Er, I’m probably forgetting something. I almost always do. Hence the attempt to make lists!

I finally found something to do with all of the unmercerized cotton thread I mistakenly bought a few weeks ago. And even better, it comes in the form of my very first CAL at Crochetville! I can’t wait to get started!

It’s ridiculously freaking hard to take good pictures of things made from yarn.

Just for the record.

Good Dog, I’m boring, aren’t I? ROFL.

Cooler today but no sunlight so I’m going to have to get over my pathological need to take pictures *next* and move on with what I’m doing. And do some serious housecleaning.

I ripped out the hair I’d put on one of the little beasties last night and replaced it with a beret. I love, love, love the result. Like all of these critters, it makes me smile. Hopefully it’ll make y’all smile, too.

If I ever get a decent picture of it!

I had no idea that I’d need mad photography skillz so much for crochet.

But Oh. My. Goodness. can they be destructive from time to time. I mean, I know that a pair of toddlers is pretty much a recipe for disaster if they aren’t closely supervised, but from time to time they outdo themselves in truly stunning ways.

I went shopping today without them, and had a fine time. As a matter of fact, I feel pretty guilty because I took a bit longer than I probably should have. I got all blissed out shopping alone and lost track of time, lol. In any case, I came home to what I can only consider my just reward: an entire corner of my bedroom festooned with obnoxiously tangled yarn. The majority of the skeins I’ve been working from had been ripped down off of their shelves and ripped apart.

I can’t tell you how sad that makes me.

These are the times when I struggle with being someone’s mother. It seems so often like I have so little that’s mine. I feel pretty crowded most of the time, to be honest. Part of what I enjoy so much about crochet is that it *is* mine in a funny way that I can’t exactly explain. It’s both something I do for myself and something that provides a weird continuity with my life before I had kids.

They don’t understand that picking that particular thing to destroy was more hurtful than just about anything else they could have chosen. And they were punished appropriately before I even got home. But I’m having a hard time not going completely nuts at them anyway, because they took the one thing I’ve been holding on to for sanity and arranged it so that I can’t enjoy it properly. I can’t afford to replace it all, and really, it doesn’t need to be thrown away, since they didn’t do any actual damage to it. They just made such a mess of it that it will take hours of patient work to untangle it all. Is it really so much to ask that I be able to spend my very limited crochet time actually, you know, crocheting?

*bangs head against wall*

I was on such a roll, too. Well, up until a couple of days ago, anyway. Yesterday there were other problems, and today it was 95 (!) degrees and we stayed out of the house all day. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be at least as hot and I’ll be gone all day, too. And the next day. Bah! I was aiming for the shop-opening at the start of next week, but I’m having trouble even being managing to be home at a decent time to take a picture (since the macro setting is pretty useless without copious natural light).

I do so miss air conditioning. We’ll have some around here as soon as we figure out what we did with the hardware we need to mount the damned window unit, which we apparently put Someplace Really Obvious when we moved in a couple of years ago. LOL!

Anyway, I’ve got me an idea, I just have to sit down and play with it. Maybe I’ll go do that now. In thread, because it’s so hot that yarn no matter how small feels, well, yarn-y. *snicker* You know what I mean, though, I suspect…

I’m having such a terrible time getting anything done. It’s like the mere intent to work throws off weird vibes that disrupt the entire household. What’s up with that? I know the husband has troubles with the same thing from time to time. It’s starting to make me wonder if the house is haunted.