I'm a little late, this was meant for Sunday, but we have been a little unnerved by Father-in-Law being taken into hospital, so my apologies.
A while ago I had a seed of an idea. Not a big runner bean seed. More like a lettuce seed. Small and very delicate and easily blown away. It whizzed around my head for a bit and the demon on my left shoulder was telling me I couldn't do it.
When I was a little girl I used to make up knitting patterns for clothes for my dolls but since then, I've been a Strictly by the Pattern Girl. I have a friend who mixes patterns up; she takes the motif from one (usually fair isle to use up wool from a previous project), the design from another and then fits a different collar onto it. And then maybe shortens the sleeves. This brings me out in a Cold Sweat.
So anyway, the Angel on my right shoulder must have taken a drink or two to bolster it's confidence because I thought 'what the hell' and 'who's going to know if I cock it up?'
So this is how it started. Three letters can't be hard, can it? A few attempts and I had a rather curled and disconnected BOO. Marathon Runner rang from work at this point. He was bored. Just in case I was having more fun than him, what was I doing? Starching my boo, I said. Silence. Suddenly he had to go.
What to do with it now? Just a crochet chain? That just seemed a trifle plain. So we went for some dripping blood. What do you think? Not the most brilliant picture, but I just had to show you and the light here today is dreadful. In the next few days I will try and write out my instructions but I think I will make another one first, just to test it. That demon is still telling me that there must be something wrong with it.