Well, if I don’t write, THEY certainly won’t. They’re way too busy, Lawrance with army things, Facebook and doctor’s appointments, and Magda…
Hm, Magda, yes, what shall I say? She’s doing fine (I think), and she certainly is DOING. “Doing what?”, you will ask.
CROCHETING* (of all things)!
It all started pretty innocent. She made cabin lace, or more precise, shelf edging for all the shelfs on the boat. I really liked that, I do like black velvet and lace.
Next she started a lace curtain for the front door, to keep the beasties out.
That’s still on the go; it’s a project for long trips in the car.
Then she made a doily to go under the whisky decanter. And doilies for everything on all the shelfs. Still more or less normal, I would say.
But then things went rapidly downhill. She started crocheting cactuses.
There are five up till now, all on the window sill in the galley.
The cactuses were followed by a Christmas Tree, half the size of a packet of Look Out rolling tobacco. And a bundle of Christmas ornaments. And a rubber duck for in the bath (no, we don’t have a bath).
Then I got really worried. The next thing she crocheted was a vlaflip*, complete with a dollop of whipped cream. I think that, when someone starts crocheting a desert, it’s time to get professional help. Especially when the vlaflip is followed by a custard cream cookie…
Yesterday she ordered not one but two cauldrons. She says she’s going to use them as plant pots, but I don’t know. Will she start crocheting potions? I noticed she parked her witches broom in the engine room…
I’m not sure what to do. I’M SO WORRIED…!
P.S. Look at the picture of the cactuses. The boat next door isn’t Lazy Sunday. Not that Lazy Sunday moved,THEY MOVED ME. I’m a lot closer now to the place to be, where everything happens. And it might be less windy during the winter.
* Crochet = haken
* Vlaflip = a typical (old-fashioned) Dutch desert