A ball of yarn is full of potential in the right hands.
Or should I say, willing hands.
One of my grandmothers spent her evenings crocheting and the one on the other side of the family sewed.
I have come to the conclusion that I really don’t like sewing as much as crocheting.
I wonder what the alpacas think?
And how did they get blue fur?
A shearer gave them the trim they needed. And behold, alpaca yarn. Somewhere along the line, the wad probably soaked in a pot of dye.
Nonetheless, it makes for great string art (since crocheting sounds ancient, you know).
Presently am working on my next shawl and I will post it when finished.
The soft string is soothing and inspiring all at once.
A few ladies at lunch have stopped to take a look at my latest project. Oohs and aahs from their collective selves.
What do you do in your spare time?
I have a few hobbies. Most likely because my relatives recognized they had a hyperactive kid on their hands. Keep her busy, they said.
So writing, reading, string art, painting, gardening, music and photography are all outlets for me.
Tonight, I would like to encourage you to explore your creative side.
Paint rocks. Bake a cake and learn how to make home made frosting. Learn how to do calligraphy.
But whatever you do, enjoy this moment in life.
So starting Saturday, I will be taking you along on an adventure. The bestie and I are taking off for the north to see my family. We are super excited, and I am ready to take some super cool photos as well.
Blessings to all. The cats say hello and the fish wave a fin as they swim in their weightless existence. Write me and tell me about your adventures.