As my readers know, crochet is my chosen craft.

It is not clear to me at this juncture if I chose crochet, or if crochet chose me, but the fact is, I can hardly imagine a day without it.

When I sit down with a hook and yarn, I never know exactly where that journey will take me, I just know that I will, in some way, be transported.

Today’s journey began many years ago when I thought I wanted to make a stained glass lapghan, the pattern for which I had come across in an issue of Pieceworks.

At the time, I was determined to make a lapghan just like the one pictured in the article, and I bought all of the yarn (and more) that I would need to complete the project. But in the past month, I have come to realize that despite my best efforts, I was not going to finish this project.

Not this week, not this month, not this year.

At some point that I was unaware of having reached at the time I reached it, this project and I parted ways, and today, I began my crafting by continuing to unravel yarn from this project that I started many years ago.

Here is how far I had gotten with this unraveling when the day started:

And here is what it looked like after nearly two hours with all of the pieces unraveled and neatly wound:

and here is group photo of just the colors (no neutrals):

It can be difficult to know when to abandon a project and when to persist, but if you quiet your mind, the project will let you know it’s intentions (or lack thereof).

And here the yarn spoke, and I finally listened.