the recuperative power of crochet
A stash of scarves – the "Day at the beach" collection. Faded colours, soft natural fibres. Snap them up at Magnolia Square this week.
Been MIA for the past week. Courtesy of a bug/flu/virus thing I picked up over a week ago at the Arts Centre Market.
Doctor prescribed bed rest and fluids. Found out its much easier to comply with Doctor's orders when you add some balls cotton and bamboo yarn and a bunch of old DVD favourites.
So my week has been a haze of crochet, snot, tissues, Ladies in Lavender, phglem, panadol, more crochet, Mr Darcy and Elizabeth (what is it with Englishmen with sideburns), tim tams, Daniel Craig, even more crochet, tissues, The Italian Job, and yes, you guessed it, more crochet. Oh, plently of cups of tea were added to the mix too!
The result? Seven new cotton scarves, a stash of handmade face washers and bins overflowing with tissues.
While this may sound like multi-tasking – recuperating and being productive simultaneously – I missed a week of sewing and making. Both of which are crucial for the big market in three more sleeps...