16. Crossing something off the list. At last.
Almost. Well, I darned in all the ends of 60+ crocheted stars last night. And a doll's blanket. And pinned the stars to the floor and starched them. And this morning, I turned them and starched the other side, so they are almost done. They will be either decorations for the tree, or a garland. Maybe a garland. Almost. See? Something is getting there. Inch by very slow inch.
I also chose the thread to quilt the cushions for my friend this morning. In the light of day, when I could actually see the colours in my stash. I have a stash of just about everything now I come to think about it. Except gold spray. Maybe they will get done tonight.
Or maybe I will crochet more snowflakes. I wanted to starch the ones I made in the summer, and sew in the ends, and so help me, I seem to have misplaced the lot. So while I was waiting for Glynis at a hospital appointment this afternoon, I made 4 and a half new ones. Not enough, but I can't just have 4 and a half now can I??? I am sure the other people in the waiting room must have thought I was demented, occupying 3 seats with bag, instructions, wool and myself. Hook flying and guess what, I discovered that I talk to myself when I crochet new patterns. I repeat the instructions aloud. Mutter, mutter. Oops. It never mattered when I kept the hook and wool in the privacy of my lounge.
Jean has wrapped her presents already. I have most of mine, and would wrap them, but where on earth would I put them?? I do need to get everything out though, and see exactly what I have. As Jean said, once her pile was on the table, it seemed silly not to just wrap them then, so she did. I am not so organised.
The fog outside has not lifted all day, and it has had a chill which creeps into the bones. Damp cold. It was -3C earlier, and as Mum says, -5C is not as cold as this in Switzerland. She is right. But I am thankful we can get warm, with the heating, blankets, hot drinks and recession heaters. And socks and slippers, and......
We have yet to pop the hats on the head.
Sausages. I think we need sausages and mash for supper. Comfort food.
(I just read this post. I sound totally scatty. Maybe I am at the moment. My mind is all over the place.)