I had big plans for what I was going to get done this Monday — a long mental to-do list that would require careful execution if I were to do everything on it, but as it turned out, Monday had its own plans, and instead of the tidying up I had envisioned, the day, instead, unfolded in ways I did not expect.
The first thing I wanted to accomplish (from a crochet perspective) was to weave in ends on the various center squares meant to be used in the 42 mutli-color motifs needed for my 2012 North Carolina State Fair project. I have so far completed one, so I took bent-tipped Clover needle to these unwoven in ends (among others):
and got them all tidied up:
Because I have such an expansive and active imagination, I had somehow thought that not only would I get the ends woven in, I would also complete the motifs.
But somewhere in the early afternoon, it became clear to me that I would not finish even one motif today, and searching desperately for something — anything — I could finish, I turned my attention to crocheting the three smaller textured triangles I still need for the project.
I finished two:
Most days to not work out as I plan but unfold in their own ways and take me on a journey more interesting that I could have imagined.