Throughout the afternoon, I felt a great sense of anxiety. I hated feeling this way and knew I had to do something to relieve my stress. So being the comfort girl that I am, I decided to bake. But I did not bake with the usual ingredients. I did not bake using flour, sugar and salt. The ingredients for my creation were different. My ingredients came from a box of assorted coloured yarns.
Some time ago, I found a photo of these fishies online. I immediately liked them. They made me smile. Knowing my youngest daughter and her love for cats, I thought these fishies (or something similar) would make a great scarf. But I couldn't find the photo and had to wing the pattern or design from my memory. Now, that’s not such a good thing to rely on. This old hen has limited brain cells. Quite simply, I forgot. My version of fishies looked quite different. I much prefer the original version. It was better.
My scientific knowledge of the structure of a fish is limited. On my version, I made four ribs and not six. And I didn't change the colour of the back bone and ribs on the skeleton as was done in the original version. My fishies are also flat. I thought they would lie better as a scarf this way. I thought that extra weight wouldn't be good for a scarf. But who knows maybe plump fishies would be cuter than flatsies. And maybe they would hang alright. The scarf is meant really to be more for a decorative purpose than a functional purpose. Yesterday, I made one hot pink fish and one bright yellow fish. Then I realized my mistake. I am not going to rip them out. I will simply make new ones. So it's back to the drawing board for me and the fishie scarf.
I must admit…I was quite proud that I was able to do what I did and succeeded for the most part. Never a genius in math, I find free forming crochet or creating a pattern by just looking at photo online quite challenging. While I was bent down over the coffee table (scribbling my thoughts and the stitches down) my husband entered the living room. Curious, he asked what I was doing. In truth, I think he was more interested in eating and when supper would be than what I was doing or making. It is true a man’s heart is through his tummy. I happily shared I was making a scarf for Catherine…or trying to. He left and walked to the kitchen sharing he was going to get something to eat. I was right.
At least Catherine is eager to see the end results. I am going to put a cat face on the end of the scarf. I was thinking of a cat face similar to the Cheshire cat; something with a devilish grin on it's face or a satisfied look. I would be too if I ate a school of fishies.
2 Chronicles 15
7 But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.
