Yesterday, I took almost the entire day off
Last week, I got a message on Facebook from a friend I hadn’t seen in years. We caught up to the degree that it was possible over an instant messaging app, then we arranged to meet.
After looking over some options in Raleigh, we instead decided to meet at the new-to-me restaurant, Fiesta Cancun, in Wilson where my friend still lives.
I arrived almost on time. When I got in my car, I realized that I had forgotten my car needed gas, and rather than chance turning a pleasant — but frigidly cold — day into something more interesting than necessary, I had stopped along the way, and as a result, I was a few minutes late.
Fortunately, my friend looks pretty much the same as she did the last time I saw her, so I had no trouble finding her.
Over lunch, and several hours of coffee afterward, we tried catch up on as much as we could, but eventually, we had to give up on getting all caught up and say our good-byes.
By the time I got home, my dog was ready for his walk, and I found myself once again immersed in remediating the metadata of seven years (now almost eight) years of blogging.
Before I knew it, the Saturday was over, and a new day was dawning.
Like many new days there were things to be done that couldn’t be put of for some other new day, and after I got those things attended to, I started sorting through a bag of crochet pieces leftover from my 2011 North Carolina State Fair project:
It had won an honorable mention, but the piece was not displayed in the area it was supposed to have been displayed, and the judges had somehow thought that the back of the piece was the front.
But it was from that project that I found these pieces looking for a purpose:
So using the joining method I devised so many years ago, I assembled them like so:
They measured seven inches across, and six inches high:
Not exactly the square motif I was after. But since I document things so throughly, I quickly found the size hook I needed to fashion a new crochet rectangle that would make this new motif from old crochet pieces exactly the right size:
In crochet, as in life, we sometimes find that the adventures we anticipate are not the ones we end up having, but we still find a way to move forward, one stitch at a time.
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