Pushing on

I think, if I can count correctly, this is 11 years. Very nearly into the tricky teenage years where minimal effort will do. To be fair, today was a rainy day where I sat at my desk all day and Rosie went out with Rosie the dog walker. Thoughtful and meaningful blips were a little beyond me so end of week table clutter it is then.

For my twelfth year, I’m going to crack crochet though. Fact.