Chop wood carry water, weave

 Last evening I made plarn -- plastic yarn -- from a bundle of bread wrappers stuffed in the cabinet where bags go. 

The idea was to make a little mat, in Tunisian crochet, for inside the shoe basket near the front door. That's where I toss outdoor shoes to lose their grit and snowmelt.  It seemed better than a cabinet full of bags.

At first it seemed to be working. But I quickly found that in a dry house this plastic develops terrific static, with each pull through the loops. It became impenetrable, and I went back to the drawing board.

I used a clipboard as a loom, and wove a little mat instead, using most of the plarn, and declared it gnarly but the best I could manage.

Then I flounced away, changed the bed, did a load of laundry, swept the living room and the bedroom, did the dishes, got out to the mailbox on the corner, longest walk in days, did my Qigong, and finally sat down. Whereupon I fell asleep. 

But the mailbox had this lovely Christmas wish. It was delayed by a postal strike, but here it is now, and I love it.

The postcard is one of a kind, handmade. A keeper. Thank you, MA.

Evening online tonight with friends celebrating Prince Harry's huge victory over ngn, even getting abject apologies all the way back to Diana.  It's so good to see the good guys win.

Happy day everyone, keep on keeping on, if one thing doesn't work, try another. And if that doesn't work, try chocolate.