I suppose that everyone has their own way of dealing with bad news. I was (am) carer again big time. Blogging which I love, took a back seat and I dropped out of most things. When a wave like that hits you it's hard to talk to people. Then one day when I was in Welshpool, I called in the Severn Hospice Shop just above the town hall. There on a low shelf, was a basket full of wool. I haven't done any knitting for about thirty years and what I did do was a bit suspect. Anyway I bought both the basket and the wool. I found it totally therapeutic. Well better than just biting my finger nails. It's good having a project. I started with these.
I made this
and this
and this.
And now, 2016, I've done 14 squares - just another 58 to go. Things are going to be good this year.
If you called by and read my blog (bless your little heart(s)) Happy New Year x
