I don't fish, myself. I'm sure I will end up participating, but my dream is to kick back and relax with some yarn and a crochet hook while "the boys" fish. My brain has been doing it's thing, mish-mashing up things I've seen to try to come up with something fun to make. You would think I would take the opportunity to work on my Babette blanket or Zoe's stocking or the Jester. And more than likely Babette will be joining me, but tonight I went in search of a daisy. I have a skirt idea brewing that involves a daisy. I found a really cool granny square design to try out.
I am not 100% happy with the center or the petals. I love the way the rest of it works up. But I might play around with the flower itself to come up with something that makes me happier. Most of this was Red Heart yarn that I don't mind playing with and potentially wasting. I was gifted quite a few skeins of RH and I need to do something with it. I definitely wouldn't try getting my kids to wear it. I might as well go sew up some sandpaper sheets for them to wear while I'm at it. ;) Isabelle complains if there are too many seams in her clothes. Such a sensitive child.... when she's not beating the mess out of her sisters.
OK, I need to quit obsessively listening to Shinedown and staring blankly into space and throw this laundry in the dryer and get to bed. I can pack tomorrow morning. Because I haven't argued with the girls over their wardrobe in, oh, several hours. I'm in so much trouble when they are teenagers.
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