A view from my sick bed. Despite my attempts to avoid being a participant in the game of crud swapping Casey and Mitch have been playing the past two months, I am officially sick. Fever, body aches, the whole nine yards. Yesterday was spent in bed. Dozing, and coughing, shivering, and sweating... all the fun stuff associated with being sick. Since I was in bed and didn't have the energy to do anything else, I pulled out my crochet/knitting bag, which by the way is a paper bag with handles from the yarn shop. You'd think I'd make myself a proper bag, but I digress. Where was I? Oh yea, I pulled out my little bag of yarn to make another stab at crocheting. I've had a lesson, purchased an instructional CD, purchased this book. I've done my research and know exactly how it is supposed to be done, getting my hands to then do it is another story. I picked up the yarn and hook, fumbled with how to hold the thread, where to put the hook, is this how it's supposed to look?!! Then I threw it down in disgust, read a little more, dozed a little more and repeated the process. I don't think I have to tell you I don't have an afghan to show and tell about today. Not a hat, not a scarf, not a little swatch. Nada. Stupid crochet!
I began the day hopeful. Hopeful that my fever was gone and I would be full of energy. At least feel like getting a little sewing done. It didn't last long. When I used to work 12 hour shifts as a nurse and had two small children to keep up with, I fantasized about entire days spent in bed. Just me and the TV, a good book, a magazine or two. Now that I am home most days, the kids are nearly grown, (notice I said nearly Alyssa) I get more rest and the idea of spending the whole day in bed doesn't have the same appeal. The day started to get a little better when I heard the mail man pull up and beep his horn. This means he has something too big to fit in the box. That made me feel a little better, then he started handing me my packages. Yes, packages, not one, but four!! Four packages. It felt like Christmas. I knew what each contained and couldn't wait to tear into them. I didn't even mind that the mail man caught me in my bathrobe with very, very bad hair. Three packages were books, maybe spending the day in bed wouldn't be so bad after all. I got a cup of tea, grabbed the pup and climbed back in bed to check out the loot. The first one I opened was my copy of The Crafter's Companion. Are those of you who don't have it yet jealous? You should be. It's wonderful. The book features seventeen talented artists (who also happen to be bloggers) Each of these crafting geniuses has contributed an original pattern and tells a little about why she crafts, what inspires her, and what her workspace is like. Get yourself a copy, you'll be glad you did.
What were the other packages? One was fabric from Superbuzzy. Delightful! And that's not all folks. About a month ago I ordered three Japanese craft books, one from Ebay, the others from Yesasia. See what I mean about inspiration overload? It's a bit of a gamble ordering books sight unseen, no description ( not one I can read anyway) with only a few pictures to go by. This time the gamble paid off.
All three are winners, full of projects I want to try. Right. This. Minute!! Oh yea, I'm sick...Sigh... Maybe after a shower and some wonton soup I'll feel a little more human. Even Toby's getting tired of this sick bed.