I always knew this was going to be a good week. Not that I could have predicted the sudden advent of the most glorious spring sunshine. Although perhaps I did have a premonition. There must be some explanation for feeling the urge to make laundry haiku sets for Karen and Monica.
What's laundry haiku? Clothespegs, with words printed on them, so you can be poetic while you do your chores. Like these. All sewn into in some re-purposed Toast catalogue pages. Well, you can't see bloggy friends without a little something can you? Especially when said friends are about to give you a priceless present.
Yes, Monica had agreed to bestow the gift of crochet on Karen and I. Unfortunately, I wouldn't say I was naturally gifted in the crochet department. She's a great teacher (not to mention an awesome crocheter - have you seen this?), but I swear my fingers just don't work the same way as other people's. And my terminal inability to count to three consistantly seems to be a minor handicap. But I am getting there. Which is a good thing, as I have something I am burning with desire to make. Thankfully it's teeny weeny.
Which I've decided is a good thing as you can't spot any stitch irregularity. Must fly, my hook is calling.