Crochet Peace.

I'm crocheting a blanket for the first time ever. I started out full force with wonderful intentions. Then, after a series of monotonous stitches, my blanket started to downsize itself in my mind. No longer did I have high hopes of a beautiful blanket to use and display, I had mediocre and practical visions of a...washcloth. The kitchen kind. (You know what I'm talking about) It could have wonky edges, uneven rows of stitches. It wouldn't matter because I was just going to suds the dishes with it.
But I kept going.
My washcloth started to morph into something else. A towel! I could do a towel! Bigger than a washcloth, smaller (LESS WORK) than a blanket. Yes! Perfect.
Then, I started to see more potential from my towel.
A baby blanket!
Now, I'm back on track with a full sized blanket in mind.
Isn't that how life goes?
We get discouraged and downsize our ambitions, diminishing our potential and limiting our outcome.
Crocheting a blanket takes TIME and patience. A serious of monotonous stitches eventually turns into a warm and satisfying cover.
My days often feel like the stitches of a blanket. Especially with little children in the house. Some days blend together and a month passes before my eyes. Some days drag on and it takes everything in me to finish the stitch in the blanket of life.
One thing is certain: I love to look back at the finished product. I love to see the mistakes next to the good stitches.
 A good blanket isn't perfect.
A good blanket is put together with patience and determination.

Perseverance and love.
But most of all...love.


Wishing everyone out there...HAIR PEACE.