After all the drama of the past few days (weeks, months, years) I needed a day off. The tears have not stopped flowing over the loss of my Mini so yesterday I did nothing but what I wanted to do. The hands and the mind needed to stay busy. Kitesurfing is becoming a pair of Undines.
My lastest Lofotens are growing.
I've got six new Audun squares to show for the terrible week that was.
And Number 8 is soon to be a done deal. Lots of yarn, takeout pizza and a bit of chocolate while binge watching Stranger Things was the cure for what ailed me. In the big picture, with every else going wrong in the world, the loss of an old car is nothing, even silly but when it's the one thing you can call your own it really hurt. Today I have to make arrangements to deal with what's left of her. I did go out and look and ..........it was as bad as The Mister said. My poor baby didn't deserve to end up this way. I guess I should be glad I wan't sitting inside at the time. No one could have survived that.