Then the crocheting stopped, just as quickly and mysteriously as it had begun. Like an intense rainstorm in springtime. And the years passed. I painted and wrote....and arranged flowers.
Then several months ago....I felt the call of yarn..and I began to make crazy round animals. Pigs and owls and more pigs and then pigs wearing berets. Out Of Control.
Then for three weeks I have been working on my first baby blanket. Pastel yarn and patchwork patterns. Pulling stitches out and hands going numb. But, finally it is done. Sigh
A total of 4 hours passed since the blanket completion until I picked up my hook again. Now...I'm making a scarf. I can't seem to stop.
I'm not sure why. Dennis had to be bullied into "wanting" this scarf. I needled him, quite literally, into agreeing that he MUST have a handmade scarf. What is wrong with me? (Please, that was strictly rhetorical)
We went for a drive today and whilst going along by the sea in Menton on our way to Italy for groceries, we decided..rather spontaneously..to stop for lunch. With Denise in her chair, all bundled up against the possible wind and sun-glassed against the possible strong afternoon rays, we sat along the sea. Between the road and the beach. Next to me was a lovely couple and their pug who was sitting along beside them, as if involved in the meal and the conversation. He was rather well behaved, although somewhat particular about getting lobster on his collar. It was a lovely afternoon of muscles and fries, and bolognaise. There was a black helicopter coming and going, landing on the beach and then taking off again. No one seemed the slightest bit interested in this event, except for me...who kept snapping pictures of it for no good reason. Our real destination today was Italy to buy groceries for some company we may have later. Being that it was Sunday, no stores were available in France so we finished our lunch and drove off into another country.The store was small and incredibly stuffed with things to buy and people buying them. I think I may have knocked several people in the head (by accident of course) with my purse ("bang" "oh I am so sorry" I mean "Pardon" no that's wrong too, I'm in Italy) and was goosed several times (on purpose, one would assume)
We found everything we didn't need, including a basil plant that I am super excited about. I placed Mister Basil right next to Lady Olive Tree when I came home tonight. They were chatting along quite well when I closed the balcony doors this evening. Our company never came to eat what we bought. So we will have to eat it instead.
Sunday night always makes me sad. The fun is over already. Monday is rearing his nasty head.
