Tomorrow is Bastille Day.
In addition to commemorating the first anniversary of the storming of the Bastille on July 14, 1789, it is 17 days away from the first of August which, for me, is the beginning of state fair season.
As my long time readers know in both 2015 and 2016, I failed to complete the project I was working on.
It is a project I think of as a narrative (in crochet) of my paternal grandmother's life, and each year that passes the project gets a little more complicated than I anticipated, which is why this will be my third year working on it.
In the meantime, I am trying to clear the crochet decks so that I will be ready when the first of August rolls around.
To that end, I am working on clearing out my work space and one part of that involves taking the myriad yarn scraps that have accumulated over the years and transforming them into something useful; "something useful" being defined as "a scrap yarn crochet ripple blanket."
The scrap yarn ripple blanket is 48" wide, and as of this morning, it measured 7.5" in width:
In between errands and other things that needed doing today, I worked one stitch and then another, crocheting my way to one end, and then crocheting my way back.
Then, somewhere in that space where late afternoon meets up with what will be the early evening, I had to set my work aside.
My original plan had been to crochet until just before sunset, but without much warning, the sky clouded over, there was the unmistakeable sound of thunder, and a wind blew through through the tops of the trees, so I walked my dog and took these photos before the rain that never came could fall:
But the weather, like so much of life, is not always predictable, and while I think that this will be my final crochet season working on what is now my 2017 North Carolina State Fair project, I now know enough to know that I don't really know for sure.