Inside/outside

I’m sitting on the inside/outside boundary of a cafe, on a sunny spring-is-almost-here day.

Perfect inspiration!

Plus I have a large coffee and a gorgeous journal.

Free style!

My first crochet project free style (no pattern) and different yarn.

The creativity flowed strong for the making of this floor rug.

Never thought I’d get to the point where my skill set was good enough so try to make something without following a pattern. I’ve surprised myself!

Now onto the next project…

Progress!

Feeling like I’m on track with this project now after I had to frog it, split the wool top, then begin again.

Going free style with no pattern or video to watch! It’s fun to experiment and try new approaches (and yarn, never thought of using unspun wool before!)

Can’t wait to see the final product!

Too Eager

While the yarn called me and I jumped into starting a new project yesterday, today I realised that I needed to have split the unspun wool.

So I undid what I’d eagerly had crocheted, and then split the yarn. At least I hadn’t gotten too far into the new project! Sometimes I can be too enthusiastic.

It’s reminded me that all new projects have learning curves. And you just got to ride the curve.

The Yarn Called Me

Perfect day to start another project…

Not that I should start another one, I really should finish a half completed project…

but you know the yarn spoke to me and I answered!

Picture says…

A picture says a thousand words!

My mug of full

Bubs bottle is empty

But there’s so much more going on in this photo! You can write your own story with it.

Changes of Grief

The other day was my dad’s birthday, I have to think too much to work out how old he’d be, I do know more easily he’s been gone nearly 16years.

My poem, The Present was in the Mozzie, and was a lovely read when I opened my mail.

Feeding

Caffeine to feed my body

Academic writing to feed my mind

Cafe with bub to feed my soul

This is more than a trip to a cafe for a coffee!

It’s been 9 months..

Hello big size coffee I missed you baby 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Being pregnant I couldn’t stomach much coffee so had to down size. I love my coffee and missed the joy of slowly drinking my flat white in cafes when writing. And now with bubs in the pram, I can return to old habits.

I’m in heaven πŸ’• and I’m sure the words will flow!

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Big changes

So much to write journal about… πŸ’• There’s been a lot of changes lately. It’s good to finally sit and journal.

And a walk is a good way to get baby sleeping!

The last few weeks have been full on, good, bad, and ugly. With one dog sick, a week later Bub is born, another week later my other dog is suddenly terminally ill and is now a star in the sky. I’ve not had time to write, journal or much else. But that’s life. And it’s a new flow that I’m having to adjust to. I wouldn’t have it any other way (though I wish Astro was still with me!)