Day 13: Busy hands, happy heart

Yes, I know I'm behind.

Deal with it.

Nobody cares but me anyway.

I am thankful for whoever it was that taught me to knit.

I think it was one of my aunties.

I remember my Mum knitting things for Anne and me when we were young. A pair of mittens comes to mind. I was about six years old and the weather was very cold. Mum sat up late one night, finishing them for me. Her fingers were already slightly arthritic, I think, because she used to complain of "rheumatism".

I wore them to school the next day and lost them.

I love the Lion Brand Homespun yarn and had gathered quite a collection of leftovers from various projects. Then, serendipity struck and I found a bag of the yarn at a garage sale in the summer.

Hooray!

I had enough to make an afghan, so I laid out the colours carefully.

And I don't know why my foot is in the photo, so don't ask.

Here is the finished work. I rather love it, but can't keep it because my house is already full of blankets.

But I can't bear to give it away because I love it so much.

I've been gathering marvelous yarn over the last year and have quite a collection, waiting for the winter crocheting bug to hit.

Nope.

Hasn't hit yet.

I discovered that the back of my favourite chair makes a great yarn holder when I am unwinding the hanks.

I have been trying to come up with inspiration for these lovelies, but so far I'm bone dry.

There's something about creating beautiful things from a piece of glorified string that makes my heart happy.

What is your favourite winter sitting-by-the-fire and trying-not-to-let-your-mind-rot pastime?