In addition to crochet, I am still pretty busy with my efforts to complete the task of “downsizing,” and today while I was working toward that, I almost fell into a rabbit hole.
After taking my car in for routine maintenance I learned that it needed some additional, less routine maintenance. Ninety minutes later, the car was ready, and I was off on my next errand: going to storage. I suspected that there might be another square or two there that I could rehab.
My plan to go to storage did not include any idea of what to do once I was there, and I soon found myself a little overwhelmed and getting nothing done. So I grabbed a few things I could carry, made some mental notes about what to bring next time I went so I could better organize the things that are there, and then I headed home to work on more squares.
After a quick lunch I turned my attention to the Day of the Dead granny squares I had finished decorating. I had finished the rehabbing yesterday, and they were almost done.
Almost done, however, is not the same as done, so I got out my bent-tipped yarn needle and got to work. In short order, they were ready for adventure done:
I was tempted to stop there and call it a day, but going to storage had overwhelmed and inspired me. I sorted though the available crochet bits and identified six for what I believed would be “easy rehab”
I was off to a good start separating squares where needed and getting all of the ends woven in and trimmed:
Then, as it often does, reality intruded.
I needed to eat dinner. I needed to walk the dog. I needed to make a pot of coffee.
That last task helped me power through, and even though it took me longer than I thought it would, I managed to not only get the six squares done before sunset:
I also got this photo of the ninety-nine rehabbed five-inch crochet squares that are within easy reach:
Even Clooney seemed to think it was an afternoon well-spent, even it if it tire him out just a bit:
I am learning a lot from this crochet rehab journey, but what all of the lessons are, I don’t yet know, but I will continue to move forward, one stitch at a time.