I’ve been crocheting all day and every time I put down a hook or needle or even a skein of yarn, Scrappy crawls from under my bed like a snake with a broken spine and takes it with his greasy mits. I’m losing it.
5 times Cas was confused by his neighbor and 1 time he wasn't
“Shit! Fuck–fucking goddamn it. Fuck!”
He wouldn’t have heard it if the window in his kitchen wasn’t open and he wasn’t at the sink washing his hands right at that very moment. As it happens, it was and he was, and so he easily caught the image of his new neighbor across the street–his face 100 percent covered in black soot as he ran out of his garage and into his front yard where he shook off his leather gloves and cursed up at the sky. Before Cas could even think about shouting to ask what’s wrong, the man turned back into his garage and shut it behind him.
*Crocheting on the couch*
I need a snack.
*Gets snack, sits down*
Where’s my hook?
There it is.
Where’s my pencil?
There it is.
Where’s my safety pin?
There it is.
…I think I left my water in the kitchen.
Last year I decided to crochet an Afghan for myself. Many of you know that I rarely make anything for myself, but that I have a thing….for blankets. I decided that if I were to make a blanket for myself, it would need to be large enough to cover my queen size bed. I found this lovely square/hexagon pattern and decided on black, red, and white yarn. The outcome would be something like a poppy (one of my favourite flowers, right up there, next to Sunflowers) and that appealed to me. So off I went for measurements. After testing the pattern, I found that I needed 368 hexagons. Well, there are 365 days in a year…..368 squares in the blanket….. i said to myself “Self, some people fold 1000 paper cranes as a test of patience. What if we crocheted one square, every day, for a year? Wouldn’t that be fun?” What a naive fool I am. 365 days of crochet ( 3 squares on day 1 to make sure it was the right size). One hexagon. Every day….for a WHOLE FREAKING YEAR!!! Nope…never doing that again. EVER! A square on the day word reached me that a dear friend passed suddenly! A square on the day I said goodbye to my beloved pet! If the walls could talk, they’d tell you how much screaming, crying, anger and frustration has been put into this blanket! However, those walls would also tell you how late we stayed up laughing, sometimes to the point of tears…how many good memories were made while it was pieced together. I look forward to snuggling up underneath it and reminiscing the year 2014. The year of the afghan.
So I started the month with a goal of 25,000 words. Within a couple of days, I didn’t think there was any chance I’d make that goal, so I changed it to 20,000 words. Then I got into a bit of groove, and realized last week that I could totally hit 25k. And then four days before the end of the month, I said, ‘let’s go for broke! 30k! Cats and Dogs! Living Together!’ And somehow I actually made it.
I ended the month with 30,319 words. I had a bonus goal as well, which was to crochet for 20 minutes every day, which I hit 30 out of 31 days. (I’m SO mad I left my crochet at work that one day.) I watched an episode of Brooklyn 99 while I worked, and now I’m in love with that show.
And this is the last winner’s post! There were FORTY-SIX of you this challenge! I’ll have a post up with some more stats in a couple of days.
Thanks to everyone who participated in and supported the challenge!