Our thoughts this week have been a long way from us here in Spain. Our family in Dubai have had the most terrible time. Our Grandson fell and broke his femur and to think of them so far way with so much to deal with has been so very hard. But, even harder for them to see their sweet,active two year old having to undergo two operations and now they have six weeks with him in plaster from his tummy button to his ankle.
So,distractions have been the order of the day. To begin with nothing worked and it seemed impossible to do anything but sit by the computer and think of them.
Hooking! Quiet hooking . Chevrons but I think this will never be a happy blanket. But, time will tell. Maybe it will become the blanket which is finished when William returns to his normal bubbly self.
Words Wilth friends. This online scrabble game has helped so much. My poor sister in law thinks I have been playing like a fiend. I have thanked her for being a good loser and kept on playing. During a few sessions in the wee dark hours it has been good to play people around the world. If you have not tried it I can recommend it.
And Pinterset. Well I have searched and searched random boards but last night after being sent this great photo by a friend I started to crochet a couple of hooky bags.
An excellent way of using up some very harsh,hard,horrible coloured wool.
I am going to use a bit of an old shower curtain to line them. But that means getting the sewing machine out and that might have to wait a while. I am in no mood to argue with it in my usual fashion. But I really am looking forward to filling them and hanging them up to see how it works.
That got me thinking about succulents and of course Pinterest was inspirational.
So, this morning I got out some empty strawberry boxes and made a start.
Filling, building and planting.
It was so bright in the garden I had to retreat to take some photos.
But here we have the sweet boxes in situ.
One of the things I love about succulents is that you can just break bits off and dap them in.
They nearly always grow, and thrive with a good dose of neglect.
They also provide another distraction. A very unwelcome one this time. I carefully held the ear of the one in the centre with some tissue to avoid the tiny hairs which are as sharp as pins.
Then I got distracted and wiped some soil off my hands with the same tissue .
So, removing the hairs from my fingers could take a while.
I am not the only one who needs distractions.
Poor Grandad may not show his concern as openly as me but my goodness I know him so well.
Andy hates painting but I think it has proved a distraction for him too.
Thank you to my lovely followers who have sent such kind messages after my last post.
I appreciated them so much.