23rd Feb
This crochet habit is serious.
This crochet habit has me delerious.
I dream of loops, get lost in loops,
Stuck in loops. Twisted in the twisted yarn.
I want to do it first thing in the morning,
Last thing at night. I dream of it, asleep, awake.
It costs me a fortune. A ball of wool here,
a new fancy hook there.
That dopamine tug. The masculine and feminine in every moment. Pulling yarn, hook through yarn, repeat, repeat, repeat.
Its got me beat.
14th July 2023 Set ablaze the last four logs. Roaring in the pit, On The windy side of the hill, The sky opened and stared to spit. Then it poured, heavily, We had to retreat, Into the warmth and dry,
13th July 2023 After asking the lady in the Kelly’s ice cream shop in the teeming tourist harbour of Charleston, The best place to get good fish and chips, The Skies opened and we hid in walled tunnel
12th July2023 Never spent a night in a luxury tent before. We had always made our own camp. Lugging all the detritus required for nights under the stars. In advance I planned to sexually attack my man