Granny scarf

Without going into the gory details, I had a morning dealing with some truly disgusting plumbing issues at my father-in-law’s house. The kind of morning that needs to be immediately followed by a very long shower. Once that was all taken care of, I decided I had earned some time just for myself. I had a short list of creative projects I wanted to tackle, but just didn’t have the get-up-and-go to start any of them.

Instead, I pulled out the red scarf. The scarf is done in a granny stitch, so it is sets of 3 double crochets along each row. I sat down, and lost myself in the soothing repetition and rhythm of not having to think about the pattern. Before I knew it, I had crocheted almost an entire skein of yarn. Even more importantly, and amazingly, I did not let myself feel guilty while I was working on it. I did not think about all the other things I should be doing. I just recharged. Sometimes hitting the reset button on life, even for a couple of hours, Β is just as important as tackling all the other things vying for your attention.