Strange days indeed.. (most peculiar Mama…)
Always something happening and nothing going on.
I mean – we all get into a zone whilst we’re crocheting. You know what I mean? when you forget what you’re really trying to accomplish? and the pea green next to pumkin orange seems to be lacking a hit of cherry to make it complete?
In my case, you wake up with a scarf that weighs as much as an afghan and a Christening Gown with a petticoat that is now edged by 11 rows of alternating HDCs and Puff stitches. If you ever want to use up yarn, may I recommend this as a stitch pattern because I now have over 3 kilometres of 2ply in very close formation.
But in both cases I went through the darkness of a Yarn-induced Creative Whirlpool and came out on the other side which would explain what’s happened here:
Not sure if this is a little yellow idol north of Kathmandu…
Or just a UFO over New York – I wouldn’t be too surprised.
But generally there’s a high level of WTF happening here!