Life is good.  My family is happy.  If they aren't, I bet they won't say it to my face.  Just being real folks but I'm pretty sure they have no complaints.

I don't want to complain; but then I open my mouth and speak.  I've been focusing more positive energy on crocheting lately.  I can work the yarn and see what I've produced.  It's better than watching television to pass the time.  My creations have often left something to be desired.  Just like the horse shoe scarf.

It's not what I expected in the end but I had a good time making it and learned a valuable lesson.  Counting is a must when it comes to crochet.  My daughter suggested I use if for public toilets.  I suggested she shut up.  All is well that ends well. 

Then the idea to make a flower came to me.  Not just a flower but a pot holder with a flower.  Completely useless.  I did learn a lot when I made it.  I learned that I really need to work on my crochet.

I eventually got better after practice, practice, practice and made a HUGE blanket.  I was working on it at Christmas.  I had taken the part I worked on to Alabama to show my grandmother.  I told her when I finished, I'd give it to her.  Her words to me were, "I sure hope I live to see it."  I said, "I know I crochet slow but I will not be defeated by this blanket!" 

Well, I finished it like two months later and it's so big that I think it'll be easier and cheaper to drive it to her than mail it. I swear I have 10+ skeins in it.  (That's the term for the yarn you buy).  It's not my fault.  Maybe it is.  I just thought the pattern didn't seem big enough so I added to it.  She's still alive.

I worked two yarns at once to make this beautifully blended blanket of khaki and sage.  It's sits about two feet from me.  I'm a horrible granddaughter.

I ended up making some pretty cool stuff and selling some things.  Then I discovered the fine art of  amigurumi.  I made a rat to start with.  Well, it was supposed to be a rat. 

I've since lost it.  I'm sure it couldn't go far considering I forgot to put legs on it and it's eyes are crooked. 

At least I was able to catch these wonderful creations by camera to share with you all. 

These past few months I have been knee deep in yarn.  My husband and children asked me when I was going to get a cat and rocking chair.  They are just jealous.  At least, that's what I tell myself. 

I laugh at myself everyday.  This crochet kick I'm on just adds to it.  A day without laughter is a wasted day.  I bring joy to myself by helping others.  I bring joy to others by my artistic ablility.