It’s our 3rd (+11) anniversary and we’re off on our holiday. I’m writing this on the train to London after enjoying a spot of tunisian crochet.
I’ve brought an ongoing slow growing WIP. I wanted something that wouldn’t take up much room and would be simple to pick up and put down.
I’m making a honeycomb stitch scarf. There’s no counting just alternating standard stitch and purl stitch. The patons colour works yarn means I don’t need to fiddle changing colours, it’s all done for me.
If I finish this ball of yarn I have another to keep me going. I intentionally left my scissors and yarn needles at home, I’ll just join the next ball and weave in the end when I return.
I’m looking forward to catching the Eurostar tomorrow and heading off to Amsterdam for a few days. 🙂
For the next three days I’m on a course in Matlock, Derbyshire. The course sounds really interesting and it trains me up to carry out a reading intervention/programme called boosting reading potential. I’ll also be able to train others in the use of this programme.
Not being a driver (tried to learn
… gave up… at peace with this), I’ve travelled using bus and train. I love that there are so many convenient public transport links for me to use.
Knowing I’d have a fair bit of time to wait around, I threw a couple of balls of yarn, a hook and a pair of scissors in my bag. On the train, I crocheted the start of a blanket.
What I don’t get is why I felt so self conscious about crocheting in public. I was very sneaky and only crocheted when no one was looking (the train emptied out twice).
I know I can crochet, more than that I’m really quite good at it. Maybe boosting my confidence is something to work on for the next couple of days- proudly crocheting in public and not giving a second thought to what anybody else thinks! 🙂