Stripe Love

Oh stripes, how I have missed you so.

I was overcome with a sudden urge to dig out my crochet hook last night.

Thankfully I have a well stocked wool stash and I was soon able to get myself some hook action.

I know I have said it before but there is something so very therapeutic about generating row after row of bright stripes.

A few cautions rows as the wool amd fingers become one and then the fingers take over and something beautiful starts to appear before my eyes.

My dearest crochet hook, I promise I will not forget you for so long next time.