Crochet, Old Age, And Thou

A memory from two years ago on my FB page today.

I was on a journey back then, working my way through my mother's old doily and collar patterns. I completed most of them. These days I just can't seem to fit time for crochet in anywhere. There's always so much going on that takes that time away...and taking a stab at it in the evenings after work is a lost cause. My brain is mush and I'm worthless til bed time. 

I caught a little glimmer of hope while unpacking some boxes last week. I ran across an unfinished afghan (in a box totally unrelated to crochet, or anything even remotely craft related 🤷‍♀️) and I thought I'd put it aside to take to work with me to work on over this past weekend. I did...and finished up the skein of yarn it was attached to. There's more yarn for it SOMEWHERE in the abyss of boxes and other unpacking I've yet to do in the spare bedroom. 

That room is another lost cause as it has become the catch-all in my quest of still unpacking and setting up housekeeping in the new place. Stuff I can't use or don't need in the moment or for the forseeable future gets tossed there. By the time I do need or figure out a use for said stuff, it'll long be lost deep in the ever growing black hole that is the spare bedroom. I won't be able find any of it again until the day comes that I decide to tackle that room. It WILL be my art/music/whateverIneedittobetoescapethemadnessoftherealworld studio. Some. Day.

There IS enough yarn to finish the afghan. Somewhere. There's hope yet that a little crocheting is on the horizon, even if it is during the quiet times at work on those weekends. But the thought of diving into that room to rummage through boxes stacked to the ceiling is daunting and my enthusiasm for that dive is pretty much non existent for the time being. 

So, I will glance over to the top of the desk ocassionally where the bag with the unfinished afghan seemingly silent and ever patiently waits for me, beckoning quietly "finish me...please" and sigh. A sigh is all the effort I have in me these days and the luscious, colorful yarn being worked up in the C2C pattern for a dreamy looking throw for the couch will have to live with that sigh.

And so will I. *Sigh* 🤦‍♀️