A Day of Relaxing
The book of directions next to me is necessary as the afghan is made up of seven inch blocks and each block is a unique combination of stitches. I sure would have enjoyed Esther Schafer’s input on some of them.
The day is gray and what better thing to do but stay in my flannel nightie and crochet. This is a project I had started last winter. When the Shingles virus hit in January, on the right arm and shoulder, the entire project was tucked away. I was going to make pot holders using each of the crocheted squares. Dennis encouraged me to continue and make the afghan as I had originally planned. The lights of the Christmas tree were not quite enough for me to work by, but they definitely brought an aura of clam. I had my quilted Christmas lap robe that completed the ambiance.
Thus far, I am on the eighteenth block of a possible 63. I do stack them up on the dining room table. Seeing them completed is a driving force to continue. I am very fortunate if I can crank out one per evening. The arthritis in the fingers and wrist realize that crocheting is good exercise, but they also are not shy in letting me know when enough is enough.
I am so fortunate to have various passions to while away a day when the sun does not cooperate. Sometimes, one just has to make their own sunshine and have something at the end of the day to show appreciation for the God-given life that I have right here with Dennis on Stauffer Avenue.