I know! Another lace handkerchief crocheted whilst sitting on a summer’s beach. I did just this last summer too. It must because the dear little fabric store, down in the town, sells these lovely pure cotton handkerchiefs. Right near them – a basket full of reduced DMC crochet yarn. It was just too much to resist.
So – with my supplies packed, I headed down to Bar Beach early in the morning, bought my coffee, and set up in my favourite nook – amongst the red rocks, my feet in damp sand, the waves washing so close.
It is a glorious way to start the day … sigh! I so wish I could begin every day like this. Julian tells me I’m greedy – to just relish the moment. I try :-)
The only distraction? The seagulls – squawking and chasing and posturing. I feel a felt seagull coming on. Of course, the other distraction is a more primal call of nature. After an hour, that wake up glass of water, cup of tea with Mum, and coffee by the sea is more than I can stand and I have to bungle everything back into the basket and tear back up the hill, practising those “now, pretend those muscles are a lift and imagine them rising up and up – floor 1, and 2, and 3, and 4” exercises the physiotherapist at the prenatal classes taught us!
So the hanky was finished on the front porch – so sweet. I made up the design as I went round – and am quite pleased with it. But I wonder what it would be like if it were finer (I think I said this last year too!). Like the ones my Nanny Dougall made. With one of those crochet hooks where you can’t even see the hook without a magnifying glass.
Hark! I hear more hankies calling! “Come and buy us! Come and buy us!” they are saying. Oh really? Alright.