It’s Monday and I find myself struck down, again, by something of a respiratory illness. It came on quietly over the weekend and arrived in a display of spectacular timing for the working week.
I am warm and keeping quiet. I have all the usual supplies, juice, tea, fresh fruit, a humidifier and cough syrup.
I also have crochet.
My Babette blanket, remember her?, is keeping me occupied today. I shudder to think how long it’s been since I last spent some time with her. I’m making her, in case you can’t remember, from Regia Kaffe Fasset sock yarn, instead of the 17 different colours in Koigu as suggested, outlandishly and expensively, in the pattern.
I began Babette in a flush of excitement in January, along with RoseRed, after we were inspired by Mooncalf. Each of them finished their blankets is what could only be called a reasonable amount of time. Mine, meanwhile, still looks like this.
I’ve made only 36 of the required 110 or so squares. So not even half way. Kind of pathetic really. I don’t know why I put her down.
One thing I’m certain of is that I’m sewing in ends as I go. Maybe not on every single square, but definitely ever five or six. It’s the only way. It takes only a few minutes and I’ll thank myself at the end.
We all hate sewing in ends, don’t we? As much as seaming? But it’s a case of do it or never have anything finished and that, as we all know, would be awful. I need to have something finished. I really do.