Very tired day today, legs weak. Need an extra pair, extra strong please. Crocheting away though, lying on my back, bright red wool wound tightly around my fingers and moving slowly, steadily through my hands. The evenness of these stitches continues to amaze me, every stitch a stitch on its own and one in a mass of almost identical looking ones. A small orderly red army of stitches, neatly aligned to shape a skirt one of these days, this time I hope in the right shape, so I won’t have to unravel tens of thousands of stitches again. The design of the red dress has changed, but more about that another time.
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