When I was a sophomore in high school, I was in what was called “concert choir,” and one of the pieces we performed that year was Randall Thompson’s choral rendition of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken.”

For that reason, whenever I want to recall a line from that poem, I find myself at the beginning, humming along in my head “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…” until I get to the line I was seeking.

And that is where I found myself to day as the sun descended on my weekend.

In addition to the crochet scrap cats I have been blogging about, I have been working on what has become, by default, a “stealth” crochet project.

When I began it, I thought it was going to be quick and easy, that the pieces would fall into place, and I could surprise the world and my dear readers with the latest thing fresh from my imagination.

But it didn’t work like that.

Instead, one rabbit hole, led to another rabbit hole, which in turn led to still another rabbit hole, and while all of the details of the design are now worked out to my satisfaction, it took more doing than I had anticipated, and there were, as it happens some false middles — which, unlike false starts — happen well after you have begun, so of necessity, these not entirely successful efforts involve a lot of frogging and a number of pieces that “didn’t quite work out.”

With crochet hook in hand, and cell phone at the ready to document each stitch (I am working on a pattern that will be for sale), I have moved forward it seems, one stitch, followed by one photo, at a time.

And while I have not been productive in the ways I like to be productive, I did create this photo tutorial about crocheting into the back bar:

As well as a refresher on how to make a standing single crochet stitch.

And now that I am nearly, but not quite, done, I am left to wonder: why did I do it this way? And truth be told, I have no answer.

Not a good one, not a bad one, just no answer at all.

As for the road not taken, you can’t just go back and take it. In that time that you were on the road you did take, you were changed in some way, and you are not the same person you were when you made your first decision.

So I will never know what might have been, but I have another hour or two before sleep overtakes me, and I can work on bringing the pattern, as well as the crochet piece, to life.