Indigo light from the sunset in January filters through the leaf barren trees in a way that seems lonesome and peaceful all at the same time. Ohio winters are cold, yet spectacularly beautiful.
January is crochet month for me. Not in a meaningful pattern following way. I like to hoard up the yarn found at flea markets during the summer and Frankenstein the colors together into a scarf or blanket. My work would never win a prize.
On occasion I do follow a pattern. I've crochet hats. I often daydream of making a nice old fashioned looking crocheted poncho. Hey, maybe this is the year.
Happy 2013 Everybody. (in my best Harry Caray voice)
January is crochet month for me. Not in a meaningful pattern following way. I like to hoard up the yarn found at flea markets during the summer and Frankenstein the colors together into a scarf or blanket. My work would never win a prize.
On occasion I do follow a pattern. I've crochet hats. I often daydream of making a nice old fashioned looking crocheted poncho. Hey, maybe this is the year.
Happy 2013 Everybody. (in my best Harry Caray voice)
No comments:
Post a Comment