How lovely, I thought, to be able to sit in the evening and make crocheted blankets and throws for family and friends. (Cue gazing whistfully off into the middle distance).
So last night I decided to stop my whistful thinking - and start learning.
Luckily I had all the necessary equipment to hand, as Phase 1 of Learning to Crochet was completed some 18 months ago with the procurement of a Glossy Mag entitled 'Learn How to Crochet - It's Really Easy', or something equally misleading.
Said Glossy Mag was generous enough to include several balls of wool and a crochet hook in the cover price, and so I sat myself down and Applied Myself.
Progress was a bit slow - I seem to acquire an Attention Deficit Disorder when faced with printed instructions. Nothing made sense. The diagrams bore little or no relation to the tangled mess of acrylic I had hanging off my hook.
But I persevered and eventually (i.e. after several hours) managed a small lump of crochet.
|All my own work|
I think my blanket-making dreams are a way off yet.
So, that was last night . . .
. . .today was a New Day and I decided Home Made Bread would be my Thing. How lovely, I thought, to provide family and friends with fresh and fairly nutritious loaves.
No.1 son took one look at it cooling on the side and asked if it was a 'big potato'.
He hates potatoes.
It's clearly quite a photogenic little loaf though, because I think it looks quite good in the photo - so I won't spoil things by describing it any further.
|Bread or Spud?|
Tomorrow's project - TBA!