The last few weeks I've been waist deep in projects. Not just any projects mind you, but very detailed, time consuming, and intricate projects. Things that kill my hands, make me feel exhausted, and sometimes are just overwhelming.
I made my father a snuggly couch blanket. Contrasting colors that vibrate, and it's a good size to curl up with. It was almost a month of working on it for two hours a day.
I made kitty and his primary some plushies. New patterns for me, and plushies are always a bit of a pain. Making sure everything is the right size, and lined up correctly is difficult. They loved them though.
Since the summer, I've been working on a set of blankets. Star wars blankets, comprised of two dozen separate panels, each featuring a different picture. They're finally in the finishing phases, and have been a major source of frustration.
I made Lux what I simply referred to as the masochistic project when I talked to him. A tapestry crochet that I did with thread, that was over 11000 stitches. Doing more than five rows at a sitting made my hands ache, and so I had to move slowly on it.
Sometimes, service is masochism. And for some reason, I'm drawn to it.
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