I am a coffee junkie who picked back up my crochet hook and Red Heart yarn after ten years of not making as little as a baby doll scarf. Well, I shouldn't say that I've picked back up MY crochet supplies, the originals were ditched many years ago, as I decluttered. I actually have an amazing husband who went out and bought what I needed so I could crochet a blanket. I don't know if he was so anxious to have me crochet again because I keep the house just cold enough to freeze water (and he needs a warm blanket to bundle up in for survival) or if he has discovered that I don't talk very much while counting the first loops (and he doesn't get much quiet time when I'm around). But, whatever the reason, I choose to believe that he ran to Wal-Mart because he loves me dearly.
My friend, Katy, came over today and had a g hook and a skein of yarn with her. My plan was to teach her to crochet, but it turned out that I never surrendered the hook and yarn to her; instead I made her a wash cloth....and with that, I was once again hooked. No pun intended.
I look forward to seeing where this blog goes and I hope that I don't bore the one or two readers, I'll likely have, to tears. If nothing else, I hope to be able to keep up with this better than I ever did a diary or journal; with the devotion more of that I've given my Facebook account.
Day One.....The start of my blog, and afghan.