Television has not been so entertaining lately (and the news is depressing), so I had the brainy idea of digging out some yarn for a rug. The one at my back door needs replaced badly, and I figured I could whip up something. I opened the tote and found yarn that had a half-way crocheted dishcloth attached to it. That was the "other one" I found a few days ago. Slumping my shoulders, and lowering my head, I felt like those pesky projects where my worst nightmare this winter. I straightened back up, smiled, and did what anyone else would do. I ripped that booger out, and wound that yarn back on. Then I grabbed a few more colors of yarn, and got to work.
Inklings from the Farmhouse, embracing balance and new beginnings.