Made by Wooni

Soft colorful Grey

I have been persistently fighting off the remainder of winter by crocheting with as much color as possible. The weather has been flipflopping between cool grey to sunny and pleasant. I can feel Spring is approaching, but still winter has its hold, and it is holding on tightly. 

Yesterday, was still an inside day. The littles have that winter cough and the sniffles, so as Sarah rolled around in her play pen, Basti and I created a colorful Spring wreath. He prefered to run around with the ribbon than to wrap it around the wreath. 

But after some convincing I was allowed to use his cat tail, as he called it, for my absurd purpose. It finally filled that very empty wall we have in the Kitchen. Our walls are still so bare, and I just want to cover them all up. I hate bare walls. It probably comes from back when I used to live with my grandparents I was never allowed to decorate the room. The only thing allowed on the wall was the painting of the virgin mary or the cross. Once I dared put a poster of something next to it, and my grandmother had a fit. How dare I put something at the same level as the Virigin Mary. ..Ay Abuelita...

I have been crocheting like a mad woman. My fingers can not catch up with my desire. I am still working on the last couple rounds of the poncho. I have made, so far a scarf with the Japanese flower motif. It could turn into somehting else... I am also making a shawl, and there are other things on my list of things to make...Oh how I love this passion. It is so soothing. 

At the moment I am listening to this.

Imany Take Care

 

Hovering

With spring appearing I have the urge to decorate our little crooked house with reminders of spring; a bird here, a flower there and even a little lavender egg. The bird is from one of my favorite Crochet blogs, Attic24. Lucy has some wonderful designs and always full of color. 

Even though we are in March, and last week we had lovely warm weather, the sky is once again grey and dreary, and the sniffles have returned. It is now week six of being sick. I have forgotten what if feels like to not have to blow your nose or swallow without pain....grrrr

Nevertheless we were able to enjoy the nice weather by going down into the Black Forest.

It was nice to return as a visitor. The skies were blue. The bread was fresh, warm and soft. But more on that when I do not have a skirming crying 7 month old on my lap. 

Sugar and wool

It has been a busy couple of days celebrating. On Friday, the little ones and I, were off to Mannheim, where the mister works, to venture off and find a gift for him. The streets were lightly scattered with housewives, strollers and a few early-dayers. But since I have not been to the city in quite a while, I had forgotten what it felt like to be part of a moving mass of people, the chaotic feeling of having to keep u and the elasticity to bend between passerbyers. It was wonderful, and tiring at the same time.

You see in order to get there The littles and I had to take the train from our little village. Basti walked nice and held my hand as I pusehd the stroller. We arrived with plently of time to the ticket machine. I entered our destination, clicked to pay and with ease pulled out my 20 Euro bill and saw as it returned to me. I straightened it and placed it back it. And back it came, and back it went. This went on for about four more times until I saw the picture of a ten and five Euro bill...

I began to look for coins and fell short. Of course I had to return to the house. So off we went running back, Basti screaming the whole time "stop!" "slower" and me trying to convince to continue a bit futher. Either way we made it and all went smoothly.

The weekend was nice. The neighbors came over and drank coffee and ate cake. The children played and all was peaceful. 

I even was allowed to crochet a bit my colorful poncho.

Soon, very soon I will be able to wear my colorful poncho and be engulfed by its happiness and cheer. 

 

On my lap

Today I find myself meditating to the rhythms of the granny square. Its melodic waves of double crochets and chains are harmonious. They soothe my achy back and shoo away the remaining greyness of winter. 

Ahh the granny square, it was the first actual motif I was able to crochet. I had been struggling to understand where in the stitch I was supposed to put my hook to move forward from a single chain to the second row. It was wonderful when I was finaly able to move on to greater things like the third and fourth round. And then to finally see the glorious little granny square sitting on my lap I felt like a king that had just vanquished its enemies. I could have shouted at the top of my lungs " I did it world!!! I can crochet!." Well I am exaggerating just a bit, but it did feel good. 

Either way, these granny squares will be part of a colorful poncho that I will proudly wear. I am using this pattern as inspiration. It is mainly this pattern only with some adjustments. We shall see.

Lately I have been on a productive roll. Yesterday I made a baby toy/blankie. It was quite easy, and a good start into the amigoromi. 

And not only did I finish it. 

I also backed cinnamon rolls...and ate them :)

There must be something in the air, or just the melodic magic of the granny square.