Who doesn’t want to take a nap on some homespun? Thank goodness he took the hook out first.
Woo Hoo! My crochet holiday postcards are officially sold out! Thanks to all of you for your support, and a special thanks to Erin Markan for her great pictures and insane help.
To celebrate today, I’m reading a book in bed. I know, really living it up. This one is a library book the Craft Husband picked up for me: The World Atlas of Street Art and Graffiti. Good work, CH. I’m resisting the urge to flip through and look at the pics without reading.
I know there are other folks like me – the ones who cry after they see Dirty Dancing for the 300th time (Johnny!) but can’t express one sincere thought to the people they love.
Sometimes I take my non-feeling feelings and twist them and turn them, and when I am really lucky, they become something. This week, I took this mountain of unbearable sadness and guilt and fear and turned it into a hat. There is something about the repetition, the purpose, the finished project, that can pull me out of my hole and get me back into the world.
I’m donating it to Halos of Hope, which distributes handmade hats to chemo patients in need. A little happy point in an otherwise sad time.