On Sunday I braved some frigid, frigid temps to go to Michael’s and buy yarn. So much yarn.
So very much yarn.
In my defense, I had a great coupon. And the yarn was on sale. But purchases beget other purchases and now I need something in which to store all that yarn.
I did get a reusable shopping bag where I have the yarn for the project I’m crocheting right now, and it’s got a zebra with a crown of flowers and I ask you, how does a person resist such a thing?
Besides, right now, crochet is a thing that I need. There are worse habits to feed.
It’s still frigid, but it’s gleaming outside like an ice cube, the sky a bright, cool blue except at the horizon, where even now there’s a faint band of color. Maybe the sun didn’t feel like getting up this morning.
I get it.
This is January in Chicago, determined sunshine with no warmth at all, and it’s its own kind of beautiful.
Less beautiful is the state of my manuscript, so I’m going to get on to that. I hope you have a fabulous Tuesday.