At least that’s what the weather report says, and this afternoon, when I was lucky enough to get Gail MacLean Johnston on the phone, she said that it was already raining in Cullowhee.
Cullowhee, North Carolina, is five hours west of Raleigh, where I live, and Beryl, the fashionably late tropical storm that I have been waiting on for days, has finally arrived in my fair state, but rather than approaching from the ocean on the east, she is, instead, approaching from the mountains in the west, and is (as is her wont) taking her own sweet time.
As for why I was on the phone with Ms Johnston it was not to get a weather update; she is the proprietor of the Etsy shop, Hippie Chix Fiber Art, and it is because of the work she does (tracking down the world’s most colorful fibers and making them available for purchase) that I am able to crochet this old-fashioned throw rug from sari strips.
So today, while I waited for rain, I got to practice mindful crochet for the third day in a row as I took hook to sari strips and worked on the throw rug.
I added one round:
then a second:
and a third:
and managed to finish a fourth (seen here) before dinner:
After the dishes were cleared, I was able to squeeze in a fifth round before the sun set:
Beryl is supposed to arrive somewhere around midnight and spend most of the morning in the immediate area before heading to the beach. As for me, I am hoping to carve out more time to perfect my practice of mindful crochet.