I headed into the weekend with the idea that I would finish the cookie-dough-ku.
It was not a realistic goal given the other obligations I had, but it was a goal nonetheless, and it helped me focus.
I started my crochet weekend on Friday after I had gotten my son off to school and walked the dog. I continued my work through most of the morning and as much of the afternoon as I could.
As sunset neared on Friday, I took a break from my crochet to take my son to school for his band’s “count off” prior to a performance in preparation for an upcoming festival. When I got home, I hurriedly arranged the pieces of the cookie-dough-ku puzzle and took this slightly dizzying photo before heading back to school for the concert:
I awoke Saturday to a morning that was a picture perfect prelude to spring — the air was warm and moist, the skies clear — and I spent as much of the day outside working on the cookie-dough-ku as time and circumstances would permit.
Stitch after stitch, square after square — I worked through the afternoon and into the early evening until darkness descended.
This morning, after breakfast and my first cup or two of coffee, I got this photo that captured the previous day’s progress:
and while today did not have the same lush warmth as yesterday, the skies were once again clear and the light was good, so I continued in my effort to finish the cookie-dough-ku:
I didn’t finish the cookie-dough-ku puzzle this weekend, and once I do finish bordering the squares and piecing them together I will still need to complete work on the 57 cookies (of which 11 are completed) to be used in solving the puzzle, but having a goal that is just slightly out of reach means that I am always moving forward.
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One fact of Life that I’m finally coming to terms with after nearly 60 years is- it takes as long as it takes. No other reality is truer, at least not in the crochet world!
Well done! I like the way you arrange the cookies into a square around. I wouldn’t have thought of that.
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