This morning as my dog Clooney and I made our way out the door and down the street for his morning perambulation, I noticed an almost imperceptible film of dust on the lid of our recycle and garbage bins.
The annual pollen letting is beginning in my neighborhood, and I know that in short order the world around me will be covered with a fine yellow dust — no horizontal surface will be spared — and it will be as if I am living in the very center of a Wolfgang Laib creation.
With that in mind (except for photos), I decided that despite the spectacular weather, I would do all of my crocheting indoors today, and I did exactly that using every available moment to work on my donut bag-to-be.
To my delight, I ended the day just three squares shy of all that I will need.
I spent a lot of my crochet time weaving in ends and adding the decorative yarn sprinkles, and by the time sunset was nearing I had two thirds of this nine patch of donut granny squares fully decorated:
and I had made substantial progress on these six squares:
Tomorrow morning (and probably into the afternoon) will be given over to errands, but once I am settled, I plan to crochet with a vengeance, and when I need some inspiration, I will remind myself of Wolfgang Laib’s observations about pollen and plying one’s craft.