Yesterday, shortly before dinner, my mother and I pulled into Albuquerque, ready to resume our normal life after a long-promised whirlwind trip to Palm Springs, California. On our way back, I had taken the opportunity to make a brief stop in Joshua Tree to take a second look at the World Famous Crochet Museum.
It was my mother’s first visit, and one thing that caught her eye right away was this gorgeous (and very textured) crochet cake:
I also used the too brief stop to document the crochet poodle collection, which I had over looked on my first visit. The poodles were the first collection Shari Elf, the proprietor had assembled, and without them, the World Famous Crochet Museum might not have come into existence.
Then, in honor of the chickens who live next door to me in Albuquerque, I documented the shelf of crochet and knit chickens as well:
Once my mother had an opportunity to see the museum I spoke with with such fondness, we got back in the car and continued east. Eventually, we made our way home, and I got back to working full-time on a third Day of the Dead crochet yarn bomb.
While the last two panels I worked on used only two colors and had some color changes (but not a lot), I decided that I would now concentrate on the more attention intensive panels with lots of color changes.
I usual, I didn’t get as far as I had hoped I would, but given that I spent most of yesterday driving, I was pleased to have gotten done the one-and-a-half crochet panels that I got done:
And I thought it really started to look like something when I put it with the other pieces I had already finished:
There is a lot of work yet to be done, but I will move forward, one stitch at a time.