Time Off

There is nothing like taking a break to recharge the old enthusiasm for sticks and hooks. 

One last chemo cap for donating was quickly finished and then a big and funky boredom set in.  There was a friend based CAL on the hook.  And the time-out-no-longer-a-rectangle beaded scarf was safely tucked into a bag.  And I was b.o.r.e.d. with knitting and crocheting.

As it happened, she who crochets and has blocking skill, called to say she was at the grocery store and wondered. . . .

"Need any thing?"
"Nope."
"WANT any thing?"
"Food coloring."

I'm calling this colorway Mowing Grass.






PS. I cast on two projects.  
The funk is over.  
Happy, happy, joy, joy.