If I didn’t know better, I would think that The Bangles had written this song just for me, but apparently, Mondays have their own periodic zeitgeist that can’t be escaped even if you are in a rock band.
I had spent the weekend focused on my crochet, and last night, as the sun dipped in the western sky, I imagined that my Sunday would slide into and become joined with my Monday, and give me the feel of a three-day weekend.
My reverie was interrupted by reality when my mother called to remind me that I had offered to come stay with her totally devoted, very cranky Shih Tzu named Toby while she went to an appointment.
I came prepared to dog sit with what I had determined was my most urgent crochet project: washrags for Craft Hope’s project 8, so I brought a few skeins of Peaches & Creme yarn, my copy of Crochet, the Complete Guide by Jane Davis, and my collection of Etimo hooks.
After walking Toby long enough to get rid of some of his growls, I settled onto the sofa to crochet while he stood watch at the door waiting for his mistress. By the time my mom returned, I had finished this washrag:
and made substantial progress on this one (photo shows washrag completed):
It seemed that Toby had managed to keep Monday at bay by standing guard at the door. After I left my mom’s, however, there was no cranky dog to keep the universe at bay, and Monday came back full force.
There were groceries to be bought, ink cartridges to be replaced, mail to be posted, and I still needed one more skein of the Peaches & Creme for the washrags as well as some sew-on snaps for a nine-patch, granny square bag that needs a closure and a strap. It only took me 2 hours to make the necessary stops on what is usually a 20-minute drive.
Despite the manic edge this Monday had, I did manage to complete one more washrag in it’s entirety:
and half of another before the sunset.
Here is a photo of all of the washrags together: