Sunday, June 25, 2017
As most of you know, I am a knitter. Knitting is my passion.
Last year I saw the cutest crochet pattern called The Island Playset. I fell in love with it. The design was charming because around the far edge of the ocean is threaded a ribbon that can be pulled together to contain all the little animals and the island into a self contained bag.
But it was crochet and I didn't have any children in my life to make it for. And I hadn't done crochet in such a long long time. And I didn't know where my crochet hooks were and I didn't have the right yarn - and on and on! So I saved the pattern - but never forgot about it.
Then it happened. This year my niece is pregnant and I whipped out that pattern again.
The self talk began.
Me 1 - "Hmmm, I could make this."
Me 2 - "Nooo, it is crochet."
Me 1 - "But you saved this pattern for a year."
Me 2 - "I know, but ... "
Me 1 - "Oh for heavens sake - get a grip! You want to make this pattern."
Me 2 - "Well .... maybe just a little bit."
Me 3 - (Yes, I have a split personality.) "Me 1 and Me 2!!! Shut up! Both of you go find the
crochet hooks and get hooking." Or whatever they call it.
My goal was to finish it in time for the baby shower which happened last weekend - which I did. Sadly I had to miss that joyful event, because that was also the day my Max died. My daughter delivered the Island Play set on my behalf - with 3 little summer outfits (for next year), a dapper little man sun hat, sun glasses, a fishing pole and magnetic fish, and some plastic sea creature that squirt bath water - all in a white basket.
The picture above was taken by my sister who reported the Island Playset was a big hit. I meant to take my own pictures - but picture taking was the last thing on my mind that weekend. Thankfully I do have a picture to share however.
And now I can tuck away Me 1, 2, and 3 until the next time I dither about something.