Crochet in the Car

The weather here in good old Utah has been typically crazy, with strange nickel sized hail storms one day and pounding, brief rain, followed by sweltering heat. Alternating cranking the AC up and then wanting to turn the heat on - due to changes in the outside temperature - all just while driving to the Italian Street festival downtown.

My sister sang an Italian opera song, shocking me into stillness as I realized we were related, and that maybe I have this same gene? To get up in front of a crowd, a mere 17 years old, and belt out gorgeous music with absolute confidence. No, I don't think we share this particular gene! :) On the way out, rain splattered on the vender's paintings of acrylic and oil, typical landscape scenes, making me want to draw and paint more. So maybe my talents are more, well, quiet, than hers.

Back in the car the sun came out full force, and I returned to my latest crochet project, enjoying the slow, relaxing rythm. I consider myself a very slow crafter - sometimes speeding up at the end - but this time, as I started to feel impatient, I forced myself to stop. Gaze out the window at the passing scenery. Was it really about the end result? No, not really. Then to pick up yarn and hook again, and enjoy the feeling of crafting something pretty with my own hands.

DH and DD and I went to a little town fair, which turned out to be pathetic, except for some excellent children's books for sale, and a little old lady selling crocheted items. I was so excited to be able to recognize what they actually were. The yarns were harsh acrylic or even not yarn at all but plastic bags, recycled into pretty beach totes and ladybug hats. I kept walking though, a satisfied smile on my face, thinking of my own work in the car.