One thing I love about the early spring is that the weather is often perfect for crocheting outdoors. Like the impressionist painters before me, I find that the light is perfect, and there is no need for second, third, and fourth guessing color choices. What you see is what you get, and I suppose that is why, whenever possible, I crochet as the Impressionists before me painted: en plein air
So I was more than a little relieved that our new home has a deck that (because of the direction it is oriented) is in shade from noon until sunset:
It provides me an easy to get to crochet-get-away that I can enjoy every single day. On Friday, I took advantage of the finally-not-frigid temperatures and sat out on the deck sorting through bins that needed sorting through.
My purpose was twofold.
One: In my haste to move, I ran out of time to decide what should stay and what should go, so I still have some things that need to be identified and rehomed.
Two: I needed to find more crochet remnants to be rehabbed into crochet squares.
In almost no time at all, I was able to identify four good candidates.
One was this crochet flower:
Originally intended to be part of a crochet fat bag I made for my mother where I was limiting myself to just ten colors, it had, for some reason, been left behind and was in need of a higher crochet purpose
Another piece I identified for rehab was this peace sign crochet hexagon:
It is a relatively recent design of mine, and I thought it would be a good candidate for squaring off, so I added it to my “to be rehabbed” pile.
I continued with my sorting and eventually came across these two crochet remnants, the one on the left being a crochet cookie leftover from a crochet blanket I designed and made for the granddaughter of a high school friend and the one on the right being a crochet circle from my 2006 North Carolina State Fair project:
Then, after sorting through my much reduced on-hand yarn stash I got to work, and eventually, I had all four crochet pieces rehabbed into five-inch crochet squares:
Pleased with how they had come out, but wanting to see how they looked with a wider palette, I got out thirty-two other five-inch crochet squares I just happened to have nearby, and took this photo:
Which I followed up with not just one detail:
I still have a number of bins and bags to sort through as I begin this leg of my life’s journey, and it will be interesting to see what I find as I move forward, one stitch at a time.