While I was dreading spending over 40 hours stuck in a car with 2 wee kids, I was secretly looking forward to getting some crocheting done in the passenger seat. Most of the trip ended up being spent with a map on my lap instead, though (especially when my dear husband started throwing in obscure detours on the return trip...). I did make some progress: I added about a foot to the blanket that I'm making for my son.
And some evening crocheting sessions added about half a foot to my rhubarb scarf .
So... if I continue at the current rapid rate of crocheting, I predict that I should have both finished by 2015. If we take some really long car trips. And avoid the back streets of Idaho.
I told you I was slow.
Meanwhile, the top shown in the poorly lit photo above is still a work in progress, as we've all been ill since our return (nb. I only got a couple of hours sleep last night, so I'm sorry if this is incoherent). I finally ventured out to buy some buttons for the top yesterday. By the way, why is it that a town of 3000 people in Wyoming has a far nicer fabric shop with a much better selection than any of the ones I've found here in Southern California? I only had 5 minutes to explore it, unfortunately.
In other news, I also turned another year older while sat in the passenger seat. My husband surprised me by not forgetting - he even had the card and gift card to hand (he's managed to forget Christmas before, so I keep my expectations low).
Translation of the day:
UK English: stroppy = irritable, ill-tempered, unreasonable, grumpy.
As in, 'Mum is likely to be stroppy today as she only had a couple of hours sleep, so maybe we should stay out of mischief'. Unfortunately, it doesn't appear that my lovely children have had this conversation...