opal | 
05 2nd, 2007| 
As hard as I tried to escape the ripple madness, I finally reached my tipping point sometime last night. I’m not sure exactly what set me off, but I do know that certain persons, who I shall not name outright, were contributing factors. (Okay, so maybe I did.)
I thought to just order some yarn and use the intervening time between the time I ordered it to the time it arrives to work on my other projects. But no. I tossed and turned in bed last night thinking of ripples. Obsessing about ripples. I had to have some yarn in my stash for a small ripple project right?
I finally remembered a bag of some oddballs that’s awaiting charity pick-up. I found three colours that seemed to go together. I found a pattern. I dug out a crochet hook and at 2am I was off to ripple! Now I haven’t crocheted in a couple of years, but once I got started I was wondering why I had kept away for so long.
All sorts of old memories popped up as I my hook dipped in and out. The one I treasure most is of my mother’s mother, my Popo, crocheting afghans in front of the television set. She never used a pattern but she always managed to produce intricate patterns with multiple colours. I was always fascinated and amazed by her skill. Popo wasn’t the one who taught me how to crochet, but I do like to think that I’m carrying on her tradition of needlework in the family.
