I have been crocheting granny squares, sitting in the chair Mum usually sits in to crochet her blankets. I mentioned this to my darling daughter on the phone last night, and she shrieked - you are turning into Granny!! Sigh. The signs are there, people.
Mum is the crochet queen, you see. I took a car load of blankets she has crocheted to a women's refuge before Christmas, and when I got here, Marge showed me the mountain Mum has produced here too. So we will have to find somewhere which could put them to good use here as well. She likes to keep busy. Busy is good.
The world outside my window this afternoon is grey and foggy, and the snow has been falling all day. However, this is Switzerland, and the snow is expected, and life carries on regardless. The grey/white world is strangely beautiful. It is as though the colour has been stripped from the world. A visual rest for the soul, if you like. And the eyes. The scenic beauty here is almost an overload for the senses at times.
My brain is not engaging at the moment. Well, it can cope with the ins and outs of the hooky stuff, but that is about it. Maybe if I actually got to sleep a little, it may click back in gear. It is in a wandering and wondering mode right now, so I will stop here, and go and pick up the hook again......