Have to find my way back...

Well, I have left the weaving alone for quite some time now... it sits and waits for me patiently like a faithful pet.

I've taught myself knitting this year and actually learned the difference between knitting and purling. A ribbed scarf with my own ideas for decoration. Black, thick yarn tassels wait to be attached. Almost done.

It sits also... waiting... perhaps the knitting and the weaving commiserate with the bolts of fabric and the bags of craft items, the cutting board mat, the cutting table, the baby blanket with the binding pinned to it... all waiting in silence for my return, wondering which I will give my attention to next.

I am starting to wonder... is it possible to have adult onset ADD?? The framed picture of my mother looks on... even though she has been gone these years, she is not surprised... the smile in her eyes tells me so.