It seems I missed the bus. I completely forgot it was International Crochet Day. I didn't celebrate it. In fact, I didn't celebrate anything, although I did crochet.
The only thing that happened here was that my Susan Bates Size H crochet hook is missing. It's irritating distressing, upsetting saddening... I'm running out of adjectives here. I already started on my Pretty Blue Shawl, which is oh, about 5 feet long, and now that hook has the GALL to disappear. I admit nothing. It's missing. I don't go around losing hooks, not I!!! Unheard of!!
But, yes, I am upset. And I've been sick since last night. Started with post-nasal drip, and I thought: Allergy. But no, AJ is sick, My Danny Boy was sick earlier this week for about 3 days, and The-Recording-Engineer-I-Call-Husband has a scratchy throat, too. This is so uncool. Can't crochet well with my eyes all itchy and watery, and everything hurts, and now my hook decided to explore the house! Sheesh! Even my nails and hair hurt. When you're as sick as I am, or THINK you're sick and need Mom's Chicken Soup, you're nails and hair hurt. Yes, I know, Pity Party, but I hope that on International Crochet Day I'm entitled to that at least, seeing as how I missed it.
Well, and since I like posting pictures, here's a picture of some yarn I bought to make a scrunchy for my DD. This yarn is really a sort of turquoise color, not plain blue. Well, for someone who is sick, I sure am "talkative".
Good night and...
Have a pleasant Post-International-Crochet Day!