I've been spending a lot of time with my crochet hook. She is my friend. My sewing machine is feeling quite put out. When I walk by my sewing space, I can hear her sigh and say, "Here we go again. This happened once before. Hello. Hello. Can you hear me? What am I? Chopped Liver?" I've been pretending I don't hear her, but I will have to give her some attention soon. She is so very good to me. I don't want to lose her allegiance. But that darn hook has captured my attention.
So far I have completed two hats, two headbands, and have a third headband part way done.
I only have photographic evidence of this headband. The other bits of hooky goodness disappeared before I could get a picture. They are currently residing in backpacks and lockers, ready for action when the winter wind whips up. I like to see handmade goodness happily worn on the noggins of my girls. It does a mama good.
That's all for now.