in hindsight…

I recently donated my sewing machine to a charity shop since I rarely used it. Now, I miss it because I had to hand-sew the inner cushion for stuffing, which is not my strongest skill. As long as the stitches can hold the stuffing inside I am satisfied.

When I inserted the inner pillow into the pouf, which was just eight rows away from completion, I found myself in an unusual position. I sat with the pouf on my lap, arms extended high to reach the slowly increasing hole. It felt like a workout. Who needs a gym membership when you can pick up a large crochet hook and start crafting?

Now I will sit comfortable in my chair with my feet on my pouf and crochet something with a slightly smaller hook…