Find your edge

This is what the yoga instructor advised as we attempted to get situated in a yoga posture called the pigeon pose.

Now that I am older and much less limber and flexible than my younger self, I found my edge quickly and had plenty of time to think about what the yoga instructor had said as I worked to make sure that I did not allow myself to slip past my recently discovered edge.

The one thing about edges of any kind (real or metaphorical) is that when you reach them, it can be difficult to determine if you should persevere and push past them or if you should exercise caution and observe them.

With the pigeon pose, I decided to observe the limit of the edge I had found, with crochet, however, I am unable to resist pushing the edge to see just how far I can get and what can be done with my beloved craft.

One limit I do have to observe with crochet, are due dates, and one that is looming on my horizon is April 12, the date of the spaghetti dinner for my friend Becky’s husband, Donn. Becky and I have discussed the details, and my goal is to have everything done and shipped out by March 31 so that she has plenty of time to attend to whatever details are left to attend to, and in an effort to meet that date, I crocheted five more of the cancer awareness ribbons, and wove in the ends on those five and a few others:

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The collection of cancer awareness ribbons as of March 12, 2013

Having met my yellow ribbon quota for the day, I was able to turn my attention to the coookie-dough-ku.

Here is how it appeared yesterday as sunset neared:

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Cookie-dough-ku as of March 11, 2013

and here is how it looked today just about 24 hours later:

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The cookie-dough-ku as of sunset, March 12, 2013

I know that with both projects, as I near their respective finishes I will have an insight of some sort that would have made it go so-much-faster if only I had thought of it earlier, but the only way I will get to that point is to proceed as I am — one stitch, one cookie, one ribbon at a time.