Sometimes I get a little distracted

Today was the only day this week I didn’t need to go on extended errands, and I had thought that I would be able to focus fully on my crochet, but the truth is, even when the stars align and give me the time I need, sometimes I get a little distracted.

Yesterday, using the chart I had made for my Day of the Dead yarn bomb design, I got a start on one of the panels. I was careful to keep track of my gauge because once all sixteen panels are completed, I need to be able to put them together, so I selected a panel to crochet and got to work.

When I had finished the sixth of twenty-four rows, I got out my ruler (courtesy of the New Mexico Taxation and Revenue Department) to see if I was hitting the gauge I wanted in terms of the row width:

Checking the stitch height of a Day of the Dead yarn bomb panel
Checking the stitch height of a Day of the Dead yarn bomb panel

And stitch height:

Checking the stitch height of a Day of the Dead yarn bomb panel
Checking the stitch height of a Day of the Dead yarn bomb panel

Delighted that I was hitting both goals, I continued on my merry way.

But my merry way was not terribly speedy, and today as I worked on the second of what will be sixteen panels, I made numerous mistakes that required substantial frogging, and while I usually try to be philosophical about it and tell myself that I’m getting to do twice as much crochet for the same cost of yarn, today I was more concerned about how I would meet my new recently ramped Day of the Dead crochet goals.

After I finished the second panel, I didn’t know if I should start a third or do something else to get myself back on track. Because some preliminary panic had begun to set in, I decided to get started on a third panel, and this time, things started to click, and while I made some mistakes, I caught them early and was able to move forward with less frogging:

Two and-a-half of sixteen double crochet panels
Two and-a-half of sixteen double crochet panels

I would have continued my work and finished the third panel, but my dog Clooney did not care about my crochet progress; what he cared about was his evening walk.

So I got his leash and we headed east for a bit, then, when the wind kicked up and it felt like it might start raining, we turned around, and shortly before we reached home, we were greeted by a double rainbow, and I got this perfectly imperfect photo of it:

I see a rainbow in the Near North Valley, and I get a little distracted
I see a rainbow in the Near North Valley, and I get a little distracted

In the ways that we measure progress, it would have been better if I had not made any mistakes while crocheting the panels, and it would have been nice if I had brought a better camera with me to more accurately capture the perfection of a double rainbow, but in order to the best one humanly can, means that one is human.