My crocheting adventure had to be postponed when I returned anyway since my 21 month old toddler decided that he was not going to cooperate at bedtime. It took 2 adults and a lot of screaming to finally get him to sleep.
I finally settled in bed with my darling, the movie, my book light, and crochet book by 12:30 am.
Sleep alluded me last night, so I moved to the couch around 3am with my Stephen King novel so I would not disturb my slumbering sweetie. I finally was able to sleep around 6 am and was up again by 8:30 to dress my boys and send them off to great grandma's for the day.
I had big plans of cleaning and organizing the Christmas disaster in our tiny apartment... but my body disagreed. I fell asleep on the couch and did not get started cleaning until around 1pm. As I was cleaning I kept hearing my name... "Charity.... Charity.... you must play with me... come crochet...." I could no longer ignore the urge... I told myself I would just sit down for a few minutes to try out the chain stitch... 15 minutes tops.. then back to cleaning...
Ha ha ha ha! About an hour later my husband and son come in, to a disaster area and me sitting in a pile of red yarn frustrated and cussing!
Those crazy ladies on the internet tutorials make it look so easy!
Fast forward 2 hours later... The chain stitch is now mastered! ;) On to the next... the single stitch! Wait... what is that horrid smell? Great. Time for a diaper change. Any volunteers?
I didn't think so.