there are cat people,
there are dog people
and then
there are 'inbetweenies' like myself,
who even if their lives depended upon it, could not bring themselves to choose between the two.
i liken the same way of thinking to crochet...
there are 'roundies' like michelle,
there are 'squaries' like ingrid
and then
there are 'inbetweenies' like emma
and where do i place myself in my opinionated assumption of 'crocheting folk', well let's just say i strayed from the path of 'squaries' once before and that straying ended up in the trash can.
a year and a half on, i dared to stray again and dearest readers, i do believe that for one moment in time, there was a flicker of hope,
a short lived evening, filled with a lifetime of 'circular crocheted' possibilities to come
and then the flicker died...
no amount of recounting the increases,
no amount of blocking offending shape,
no amount of ironing it's 'extra' ripples,
for crying out loud,
no amount of praying to the 'roundie' gods up above,
could save my little mat...
my moment of 'never destined to be an inbetweenie' came late on friday night.
by monday morning, having studied the art of 'avoidance' for several days i faced the truth, my heart sinking in the realization that 'me and Mr Hook' were 'squaries' through and through.
but do not shed a tear for me and Mr Hook, for there is a happy ending to my doomed 'flying high for a moment' sorrowful tale .
yes, it's true, i perhaps will never own a crocheted circle of good proportions made by myself,
but at least my 'ripply circle' has been saved from the 'inevitable' trash can dumping.
for a good home has been found...
a home that appreciates the finer side of all things crocheted, whatever their shape or color
and so it would appear, little olive is most happy with her new crocheted frisbee and so far the frisbee hasn't made any complaints either...
she is thinking that some days it must be exhausting being 'little olive' ~ Tif
