In which I almost fall into a rabbit hole

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:

two five-inch day of the dead granny squares save me from going down a crochet rabbit hole
Two Day of the Dead granny squares rehabbed into five inch square destined for Colima, Mexico

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”

six crochet remnants to be rehabbed into five-inch crochet squares
Six crochet remnants identified for crochet rehab

I was off to a good start separating squares where needed and getting all of the ends woven in and trimmed:

Six crochet remnants ready to be rehabbed into five-inch crochet squares
The six crochet remnants cleaned up and ready for finishing

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:

Six rehabbed five-inch crochet squares
Six rehabbed crochet squares, ready for adventure

I also got this photo of the ninety-nine rehabbed five-inch crochet squares that are within easy reach:

ninety-nine rehabbed five-inch crochet squares
An overview of ninety-nine rehabbed crochet squares

Even Clooney seemed to think it was an afternoon well-spent, even it if it tire him out just a bit:

My dog Clooney oversees the crochet rehab efforts
Clooney a bit bleary eyed after an afternoon of hard work

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.