Since I started crocheting in May last year, I’ve been going pretty much none stop. But now, I’ve lost my way a bit.
The reason is not a mystery. We have just left our cosy life in the UK with family, friends and knit clubs for a new one in Belgium where, at the moment, there’s not a lot happening. With the move, the paperwork, the language change, the boxes that need unpacking, the children that need entertaining (and feeding) and the floor that need endless mopping, I don’t have much headspace for crochet. How sad! Something that should help me relax is making me feel a bit stressed. Perhaps it a reminder of “home”?
Then there’s the added factor of not knowing entirely where everything is. I know that the yarn stash is in the spare room and the sewing box is in the cupboard in the lounge but where are my hooks? Where’s my rainbow blanket that’s a work in progress? And where’s the felt I need to complete the baby bunting I’ve been working on?
Think I’d better go and rummage in some boxes!