Daily doily...

I wish I could make a doily a day... probably could if I didn't, you know, have to tend to my tummy and that of 9 other people and such! I finished my first doily, ever, last night. I think that' it's pretty impressive, seeing as it is my first-ever project! I could never follow a pattern- all those numbers and symbols were just too overwhelming. This graph pattern system makes much more sense to the visually-inclined person that I tend to be! My Mom is coming in a week and a half- along with two of my favorite sisters, so this doily is for Mom, she has a beautiful oval, oak, coffee table. Crocheting has been the perfect mindless distraction that I've been needing during some stressful times here on the prairie. Oh, nothing major, at least it shouldn't be, but I am just... having a difficult time coping.

So imagine me out on my porch- I have an old tumble-down porch off of my bedroom- and there I sit, crocheting with two little cats- Genesis and Exodus- in the seat next to me. Chain six, single crochet. The wind is blowing at a fierce pace- bringing the rain our garden is needing. Chain six, single crochet. Two teen boys are walking into the wind, their brown shoulders braced, they wave to me- I send Jacob out with water bottles- you should have heard the glad "Dude! Thank you!" Chain six, single crochet. The wind blows through the trees and our black Lab, Shadow, joins in on the crochet time. The cats force her off the porch- she's too hyper for their taste. She is happy to lay in the tall grass, tongue lolling. Chain six, single crochet. A call to my Mom. Chain six, single crochet. The little ones bring me a freezie. Strawberry. Chain six, single crochet. My neice stops in for a short visit. We sit on the porch, together. Chain six, single crochet. Jacob is laying in the tall grass with Shadow and John has pulled some catnip- the cats are purring and rolling on the porch- wallering. Chain six, single crochet. Somehow I put one too many rows of that chain six, single crochet combination...imagine that. It was a very sanguine evening. Just the way it should be on the prairie.