Oh my. I have a new love.
I’m still a little surprised, because for some reason, as a pompous knitter, I thought crochet was lesser somehow.
I mean, people would talk about crochet, and I would think, yeah, well, that’s nice. And sometimes I would be very impressed with what people made. But surely it couldn’t be as spectacular as knitting, could it?
I was very naive.
Now a year or so ago, I decided I wanted to learn how to crochet, because I thought I really ought to be able to master it. So I started following some basic instructions, and learned how to chain, and single crochet. But I didn’t get very far and chalked it up to the fact that sure enough, I was right, crochet just must be something that wasn’t for me. Ah well, I was a happy knitter.
Then. I noticed a few things that knitting just couldn’t accomplish.
Namely the granny square.
And oh, me oh my, I fell hard.
Yes, this is something I needed in my life. Must have granny square blanket in vintage colors.
My determination was renewed.
And fortuitously (that’s just a great word, isn’t it?) we had a babysitter here the other night (which was a whole ‘nother blessing in and of itself – my dear hubby and I got to go out to eat and indulge in chips and salsa at the new Mexican restaurant – my steak tacos were amazing – and get my glasses fixed and go to Sam’s and Walmart and lots of romantic things like mattress shopping) and when we got home — I remembered that she crochets! So I whipped out my crochet book, yarn, and hook, and asked for a few tips, and got started.
And so guess what. Shrugs are nice, and pretty, and fun. But they are not my mustard yellow cotton granny square. My beautifully fun crocheting. I’m sensing another rabbit hole. I even enjoyed a few stitches along while sipping coffee from the lovely, vintage mug-that-matches-my-yarn that was gifted to me by an equally (well, much more so, really) lovely friend.
But alas, there are shrugs to finish and school to teach, so I shall restrain myself and do the adult thing and work on my knitting. (Oh man, I feel almost like I’m betraying my first love. But it’s like children. There is always more love in the heart for more than one.) But come a month from now, I’m going to be crocheting to my heart’s content, yes ma’am.
In other news, shrug #2 is on it’s way nicely to the finish line. One half a sleeve left and it will be as good as done. Yay!
Tonight for supper I made a copycat version of Olive Garden’s Zuppa Toscana soup.. It was a low carb version, as in I switched out the potatoes and used cauliflower. This honestly is my family’s favorite soup. And I’m always surprised by this, just because at first glance it doesn’t exactly sound kid-friendly. But every single one of my children lap it up. Even the 2 year old who completely fell apart at the thought of having to try one bite of very unsophisticated broiled tilapia last night.
Basically, I don’t even use a recipe… I just put water and as many bouillon cubes as makes it taste broth-y, browned sausage (tonight I put minced fresh garlic and an onion in to brown with the sausage-YUM), a couple bags of frozen cauliflower, frozen or fresh chopped kale, red pepper flakes to taste, salt and pepper, and then at the very end, some half and half. Voila’ – yummy soup. Oh, and I baked some bacon (if you haven’t ever tried this, go do it. Now. Lay bacon on a baking sheet lined with foil. Bake at 375 for about 15-20 minutes. Done. Very little mess.) and chopped it up for us to top the soup with. So it sort of felt like we were gourmet tonight except it wasn’t hard or time consuming. Yay!!
I’m still (if I’m honest, I’m barely beginning) reading the Insanity of God and wow. This book is so raw, it’s hard to describe. I’m going slowly, partly to savor and partly because that’s all I’ve had time for. The author has just went to Somaliland and observed the devastation there… describing it from the viewpoint of a middle class American who is walking into a war-torn country in the early 90s. He describes the land mines. The fact that children can’t go out to play. The lack of food and shelter. The utter devastation of a country. My heart was in my throat as I sat in my comfortable chair reading what’s a reality for so many people. Today. Tonight. This past week.
I think of Syria…. and Aleppo and all I want to do is find a way to help, to pray, to somehow make a difference. And reminded, once again, to not take my blessings for granted. We can’t fix the world’s many problems. But we can love each other well. We can pray. We can educate ourselves on what is going on outside our familiar circles. And God will show us how best we can be a blessing to those around us and those who are in need.
Blessings to you this week as you knit, crochet, and love your people! =)
Joining Nicole from Frontier Dreams