lost time

I fear this crochet habit that I've picked up is going to eat into my productive time. I find myself saying just one more row, and an hour and half later I'm 7 rows down the critter.

Yesterday, I practiced a bit more and found myself with a jellyfish. This was more by chance than by choice. I worked sans pattern and counting. I wanted to work on basic stitches like single crochet and half-double crochet. Half-double? What kind of name of name is that? Seriously someone really ought to rethink what stitches are called. Since when is half-double not a single?

Craig likes the jellyfish, so I should have stopped there.



...but no. I couldn't stop. I decided to tackle the book and work on something. The logical step would been to choose a beginner pattern and make a strawberry, mouse or leaf of lettuce. Not me though. I deemed myself an intermediate because I know two stitches and started on the pig. He's going to be much bigger than I expected. I'm 13 rows into his head and realizing that it's time to move to the sewing machine.


Yes, he's blue. Blue and green are the only skeins that I have. He'll be a very special blue pig made out of something called soya yarn. Anyone know what soya is?

I think I need more skeins and a dedicated shelf in the craft room.