Look what’s popping out despite the snow!
Part of me says, “Hooray!” Part of me is concerned. But, with warmer temperatures forecast for the coming week (conveniently in time for school break), I suppose it can’t be terrible.
Elsewhere (outside a Noodles and Co. restaurant, to be precise), bulbs are emerging.
Maybe we’re headed for an early spring after all.
The remaining snow, though, has kept me largely indoors this week. Dog walks have been difficult along the narrower, snow-bordered streets. In the end, I put in a lot of crochet time, as you will soon see.
Chief on the agenda was this chicken – “Mrs. Chicken” – crocheted for my dear mother who has a birthday this month. (Happy birthday, Dear Mother!)
When I saw this chicken, I immediately thought of my mother who has decorated her kitchen with hens and roosters. Mrs. Chicken will fit right in.
And, here you see Mr. Wa supervising the final sewing together of Mrs. Chicken.
Mr. Wa likes to make sure things are done correctly. He’s very detail oriented.
Also on the crafting front – more play food.
This week, I made donuts. I tried out three different kinds of yarn before I found a combination I was happy with.
There was a definite “Three Bears” feel to the project. This yarn was too thick, this yarn was too soft…etc. Finally, I lit on a Patons sock yarn that produced a “just right” donut.
(And, yes, I really did take my crocheted donuts to a cafe with me so I could photograph them. I can only imagine what the wait staff thought).
Once I finished, Ginger had fun putting together a photo shoot with the play food and Mrs. Chicken.
(I think Mrs. Chicken must be a nervous sort of chicken. Else, why doesn’t she set her hand bag down when she eats?)
So, that was the week. Spring buds and crocheted donuts. This is what happens when the snow lies thick and you have an abundance of yarn on hand. Some people will call it creativity. Others will label it strange. Perhaps both opinions are correct.
From the dining room table, leaving you with one last photo of Mrs. Chicken (who goes into the mail on Tuesday).
P.S. If Mrs. Chicken was a breed, she would be a Wyandotte.