Latest Forum Posts by: Bastelfan

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Dear Tina, my deepest condolences as well. I wish you lots of strength.
I also have a 91-year-old grandma (my favorite grandma—she’s a gem). Of course, I hope she’ll stay with us a little while longer. She’s still relatively spry for her age and walks without a cane. That’s what I’m afraid of, too—that big void.

I got through Christmas just fine—I had time off, and my sweetheart and I really
made ourselves comfortable. We ate and snacked a lot, watched fairy tale movies, and even found time to crochet.
Now I’m crocheting something for myself again. It feels good.

thank you so much for your little story. It’s a really great read.
It also reminds us that, even in the midst of all the hustle and bustle, we should take a moment to find some peace—and that we don’t always
have to be perfect.
Wishing everyone a merry and peaceful Christmas. God jul

Wishing you all a lovely, cozy second Sunday of Advent and lots of fun with your plans.

Unfortunately, I have to work, but I just had two days off, so I was able to keep crocheting my
Christmas moose.

There’s still snow here, too—I’ll send you a little bit over so the kids can go sledding.
Best, Andrea

Belated happy 50th birthday from me, too. Sounds like it was a wonderful and cozy celebration. It’s nice to be really pampered once in a while.

Unfortunately, I won’t be getting that old—next year I’ll have a repeating-digit birthday.

You’re as young as you feel. Cheers to you!

I'm currently crocheting 3 projects in turns.
From diba I have 2 patterns (the little polar bear with a scarf still needs limbs and a face, and the Christmas moose is in progress; my colleague requested that one). I hope I can finish them before Christmas

Then I also have a little angel in progress: sewing it together, arms and legs (found the pattern online for free - supergurumi.de)

After that, I think I'd like to crochet something for myself to wear again (a sweater or cardigan). I still have so many Bobbels. Saved especially for that

We’ve had snow for quite a while now. Today I hung my string lights in the window and set up various Christmas decorations (a snowman, a Santa figure, a little house with a tea light) above the fireplace. I especially love it when it’s dark and everything is glowing in colorful lights. I’m slowly getting into
the Christmas spirit now, and with Christmas music and roasted almonds from the “Julemarket,” it’s perfect.

“Julemarket” basically means a Christmas market with stalls selling all kinds of things. They don’t have mulled wine with
alcohol here like we do in Germany, but they do have a non-alcoholic version with a similar flavor. For alcohol, there are these “Vinmonopolet” stores

Stars and angels are being crocheted.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming, too,
while the youngest munches cookies right on cue.

Josefa looks forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—hard to believe!

And afterward she crochets a blanket, too,
while the housework is left out of view.

The apartment smells of cookies sweet,
my little cat sleeps on the sofa seat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.

Oh dear, what shall I do with it now? 
Unravel it—staying fit somehow.

Josefa can get help, that’s for sure,
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles,
"What colors are in? I’ll just go Google." 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—that’s what I love by far. 

In no time at all, the yarn is here. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun’s cheer.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn’t hard, come on.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they already are—on the picture in the snow that day

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
I could shout out loud with joy and fun

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I have no time for it anymore. 

The socks won’t let me go
Then it knocks again! Who could it be, though?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking with him 
what’s inside it, I really do care about that whim! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the wished-for soft yarn I surely don’t want to forgo. 

The yarn comes first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that just fine.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
happily reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them all the more.

Where is the yarn in now?
Oh man, how excited I am somehow.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The yarn must be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone there.

No yarn at all? That can’t be right!
Who swiped it—which woolly sprite? 

At last I have found it.
What joy! I’ll knit it in the round with it!

Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child! 
and I’ll make myself cozy on the stove bench for a while.

But Christmas isn’t over yet; someone is standing at the door.
After all, it’s only a quarter to 4. 

Then the smartphone rings as well—who could be calling?
Surprise: more yarn is announcing its coming :-)

Aunt Auguste arrives with even more little packages.
Where is there still a free corner for all these packages? 

After thinking briefly, it comes to me:
In the kitchen: in the oven! There’s still room, you see!

But—oh dear—I’ve already discovered it before:  
Someone has already hidden something there, for sure.  

There lies a package with a red bow,
There’s no yarn inside; it smells like soap, you know!

Mischief is sitting on my neck now 
I’ll just let the whole thing "sink in" somehow 

Because you don’t find soap in the oven every day.
Does anyone have a question about that, by the way? ;-)

Aunt Auguste is a little surprised,
after all, she’ll soon be 100, age-wise. 

A suitable hiding place was found after all.
Meanwhile the knitting needles make their rounds and call.

What do you think, where might this hiding place be?
Could it perhaps be somewhere back there, maybe?

exactly, there’s still room back there in the cupboard
and also in the stove bench, undisturbed.

Oh, there are still many hiding places,
in Grandma’s cupboard there in the hallway spaces.

Now then, quickly put it in there,
suddenly the doorbell rings; it’s my neighbor, Mrs. Schmidt

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip starts to bloom.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies today.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left with nothing to do.

The apartment smells of cookies sweet,
on the sofa my little cat sleeps neat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is cheap, and that’s no fun.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get help, of course,
from all those helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she searches for Christmas balls bright,
"Which colors are in? I’ll google it tonight." 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I’ll make them myself," and gladly, by far. 

Quick as a flash, the yarn is already here. 
So bright in yellow, like sunshine clear.

But where can I get a pattern from here?
The answer to that question is perfectly clear.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow today

One click—this pattern has to be mine. 
For joy I could shout out loud and shine

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I have no time for that anymore. 

The socks just won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who is it, though?

Let me in! That’s the sound from outside the house 
It’s me, of course—Santa Claus!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what on earth is inside? I care, don’t get me wrong! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the wished-for soft yarn—I don’t want to miss them, no. 

The yarn comes first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that just fine.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
gladly grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for more.

So where is the yarn hidden within?
Oh man, how excited I’ve been.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The yarn must be in there somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone to spare.

No yarn at all? That simply can’t be right!
Who has swiped it—which woolly little sprite? 

At last I have found it, all wound.
What joy! I’ll knit it in the round!

Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child! 
and I’ll make myself cozy on the stove bench a while.

But Christmas isn’t over yet; someone is at the door.
After all, it’s only quarter to 4. 

Then the smartphone rings too—who might be on?
Surprise: more yarn is being announced :-)

Aunt Auguste comes with even more little packages.
Where is there still a free little corner for this? 

After a moment’s thought, it comes to me:
In the kitchen: in the oven! There’s still room, you see!

But—oh dear—now I’ve already found it before:  
Someone had hidden something there for sure.  

There lies a little package with a red bow,
There’s no yarn inside; it smells like soap, you know!

Now mischief is sitting on my shoulder 
I’ll just let the whole thing "sink in" till it’s older 

Because you don’t find soap in the oven every day.
Does anyone have another question to say? ;-)

Aunt Auguste is a little surprised,
after all, she’ll soon be 100, age-wise. 

A suitable hiding place was found after all.
Meanwhile the knitting needles make their rounds and call.

What do you think, where might this hiding place be?
Could it perhaps be somewhere back there, do you see?

exactly, there’s still room back there in the cupboard

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot, the turnip starts to bloom.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the baby of the family munches cookies through.

Josefa looks forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
the housework gets left with nothing to do.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
on the sofa my little cat sleeps neat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking's nearly done,
but the yarn is a cheap, low-quality one.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can go and ask for aid
from all the helpful CP authors who've stayed.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles bright,
"Which colors are in? I'll Google that tonight." 

And where are all those lovely crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," that's my kind of task by far. 

Quick as a wink, the yarn is already here. 
So radiant in yellow, like sunshine clear.

But where can I find a pattern for this?
The answer to that question is hard to miss.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

One click—this pattern has to be mine. 
For joy, I could shout out loud and shine

But what was that? There's a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I have no time for that chore. 

The socks just won't let me go
There it knocks again! Who is it, though?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It's me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking along 
what's inside it, I just can't stay calm! 

I'm so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I don't want to miss those. 

The yarn comes first, that's my plan.
I hope Santa Claus understands, that man.

Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door 
joyfully grabs the packages and warmly thanks Santa Claus for them all the more.

Which one has the yarn inside?
Oh man, my excitement I can't hide.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The yarn has to be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone to spare.

No yarn at all? That just can't be right!
Who swiped it—which woolly little sprite? 

At last I have found it at last.
What joy! I'll knit it in rounds, holding fast!

Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child! 
and I'll make myself cozy on the stove bench for a while.

But Christmas isn't over yet; someone is standing at the door.
After all, it's only a quarter to 4. 

Then the smartphone rings too—who could be on the line?
Surprise: more yarn is announcing its arrival :-)

Aunt Auguste arrives with even more little packages.
Where is there still a free little corner for all these advantages? 

After a short thought, it comes to me:
In the kitchen: in the oven! There's still room, you see!

But—oh dear—now I've discovered it too soon:  
Someone had already hidden something there in that room.  

There lies a little package with a red bow,
Inside is no yarn, because it smells like soap, you know!

Now mischief is sitting right on my back
I'll just let the whole thing "sink in" and unpack

Happy birthday from me, too.

Best wishes from snowy Norway

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot, the turnip starts to bloom.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest one munches cookies today.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket, too,
while the housework is left for later to do.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
my kitten sleeps on the sofa, cozy and neat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is nearly complete,
but the yarn is inferior—not very neat.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can go and get some aid
from all the helpful CP designers who’ve stayed.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas balls,
"Which colors are in? I’ll google it," she calls. 

And where are all those lovely crochet stars?
I’ve got the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—that’s no chore, it’s ours. 

In a flash, there is the yarn, so fine. 
Shining in yellow, just like sunshine.

But where can I get a pattern from here?
The answer to that question is quite clear.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

One click—this pattern has to be mine. 
For joy, I could shout out loud and shine

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I don’t have time for it anymore. 

The socks just won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who could it be, though?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It’s me, of course—Saint Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking along 
what’s inside it, I do care—don’t get me wrong! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I don’t want to miss those. 

The yarn is first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that’s just fine.

Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door 
gladly reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them once more.

Now which one has the yarn within?
Oh man, how excited I’ve been.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The yarn has to be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone there.

No yarn at all? That can’t be right!
Who swiped it—which woolly little sprite? 

At last I’ve found it, safe and sound.
What a joy! I’ll knit it in the round!

Praise and thanks to the Christ Child!
and I’ll make myself cozy on the stove bench for a while.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while turnips simmer in the cooking pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming, too,
while the youngest one munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she even crochets a blanket,
while the housework gets left by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitten is asleep on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is of poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles:
"Which colors are in? I’ll go google that." 

And where are all the beautiful crochet stars?
I have an idea: "I’ll make them myself"—I’m happy to do that. 

Quick as a wink, there’s the yarn already. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
I could shout out loud with joy

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I don’t have time for that now. 

The socks won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who on earth is that?

Let me in! comes the voice from outside 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what on earth is in there? I really do care! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I really wouldn’t want to miss those. 

The yarn comes first.
I hope Santa Claus knows that.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
happily reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus very warmly for them.

So where is the yarn now?
Oh man, I’m so excited.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The yarn has to be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone.

No yarn at all? That can’t be!
Who swiped it—which woolly little imp?

At last I’ve found it

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while a turnip is stewing in the pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the youngest munches cookies through and through.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left for later to do.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
on the sofa my little cat sleeps in peace.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is nearly done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—I'll stay fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she searches for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll go Google that." 

And where have all the lovely crochet stars gone?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," I'm happy to take that on. 

Quick as a flash, there’s the yarn already. 
As bright and yellow as the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
I could shout out loud for joy

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I don’t have time for that right now. 

The socks just won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who could that be?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking with him 
what on earth is in there? I really do care! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I wouldn’t want to miss them, you know. 

The yarn comes first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that just fine.

Full of anticipation, Josefa opens the door 
happily grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them.

Now which one has the yarn inside?
Oh man, I’m so excited I can’t hide.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster

the yarn must be in one of these somewhere

You won’t believe it, but winter has arrived in Norway. It’s been snowing continuously for the first time
today, and it’s -1 degree.

It had already snowed in the higher elevations two days ago.

So that means it’s time to crochet or knit some warm clothes.

Sounds great. I’d definitely join in—after all, my list is a mile long too, and it just doesn’t seem to get any shorter.
Can we crochet anything from our wish lists? Is there a deadline by which the “project” has to be finished?

I just thought of another gift idea for Krea_Tina. Is your dad maybe a soccer fan? You could crochet a little soccer player figure with a scarf in his team’s colors, or a little lucky pig is always a hit.
Just a thought.

Warm birthday wishes from me, too.

Keep up the great work—your crochet video tutorials are always superb. Thank you.

Hope you had a wonderful day today and enjoy a lovely evening with your loved ones.

Dear Pittiplatsch—no, seriously now… happy birthday from me too. Have a wonderful evening; I hope you were really spoiled today on your special day.
May many more wishes come true.

All the best on your special day today. I hope you have a wonderful day

that the

Here in Norway, we had wonderful sunshine, and it was also საკმაოდ windy, with temperatures around 6°C. But it wasn’t as stormy as it was for most others. Here, only the loose leaves were blowing around.

once again

maybe you should use a larger crochet hook with a 4-ply Bobbel so you don’t get caught.

I also had my share of problems with a 4-ply Bobbel; it was so stiff and thicker than my others.
That’s why I like crocheting with 3-ply ones; that works great. Even with a 2.5 mm crochet hook.

Oh, a baker and pastry chef in the family.
Don’t you get spoiled with all those sweet treats? :-)

mutual support.

Krea_Tina has already explained this really well.
Crocheting with multiple strands takes some getting used to, but that passes quickly.

Since I often crochet with cotton yarn, I quickly noticed with Bobbel yarn that the crocheted piece feels
so soft and fluffy, and it doesn’t scratch the skin either. I just love this range of colors.

I also agree with the previous posters.

I feel very welcome here at CP. There’s a lot to discover, and if you ever run into a problem, everyone is very helpful. Above all, we’re a diverse forum—I think that’s great.

Fellow crocheters and...

I most enjoy crocheting with cotton crochet yarn, Catania, thin Diana crochet yarn, and this Järbo yarn here. Lately also these gradient cakes.

Favorite colors: this bright neon yarn, pastel shades, pink, rainbow colors, soft lilac, white...

For amigurumi, mostly light, cheerful colors (pink, orange, red, green, sunny yellow, and these in-between colors, e.g. light blue, light lilac, light green, etc.

I have lots of hobbies, a bit of everything,
But above all, when I take a crochet break, I like doing crossword puzzles or spending time with those coloring books for adults. On my tablet, I like playing those hidden-object picture games.

Two days ago I started doing puzzles again, because my husband and I bought ourselves a panoramic puzzle.
It's supposed to be finished soon and go above the couch. But until then, there are still soooo many pieces to sort.

But... crocheting is simply more fun.

order, and ...

Today I continued crocheting my amigurumi using one of my new craft books (it was part of my birthday gifts)

The book in question (in English) is Edward’s Crochet - Doll Emporium by Kerry Lord (new edition, Oct. 2017)

It’s really fun, but now I need a little break.

each other ...

Warmest birthday wishes from me too

In Norway, they say: “gratulerer med dagen”

get, and ...

It depends on what you want to crochet. As I’ve mentioned here before, for amigurumi I always use single crochet (mainly because of the stuffing—so it doesn’t show through).
But for larger projects where I want to work quickly, I prefer to crochet regular double crochet stitches.

I also like the shell stitch—it just can’t be too “holey.” Except for delicate crochet shawls, where I like to use single crochet, chain stitches, and double crochet; for little doll hats, I like those front and back post stitches.

Thank you

That’s so sweet of you all to think of me. Thank you all for the birthday wishes.

I’ll make up for the pampering this weekend, since I unfortunately had to work today. 
We’ll go out for a nice meal,
raise a toast and make ourselves comfortable at home with a good movie.

I also got some treats, as well as a gift card for clothes and some new craft books.
Everything’s great

Yes, I also remember crocheting pot holders in “Handicrafts” class at school very well. That’s when I started crocheting (around 1974–1976). We also made blankets out of these granny squares (they used to be called something else—crochet squares).
A friend of mine in 8th grade once gave me a handkerchief case made from these granny squares (it still exists). I then crocheted a shoulder bag together with another school friend—that was in 1978 (we both made the same one).
So, I’d say I practically grew up with yarn. My mom used to work at a worsted spinning mill called Alwo (Altenburger Wollspinnerei), and she’d always bring home these bags of yarn (for a low price)
Later on, I also spent some time knitting those Pumuckl-themed sweaters for my kids—even little cable patterns and scarves. Since I often drop stitches when knitting, I gave it up.
Then, when these amigurumi figures became popular (I had to Google what they were first), I started with a little mini Hello Kitty. Ever since then, I’ve been hooked on these crocheted figures. Mostly, I crochet dolls. Animals, not so much.
I’ve crocheted small doilies, round tablecloths, triangular shawls, dolls, loveys, and a few animals (dog, cat, elephant, mouse, frog, donkey)
Thanks to CP, there are more and more of them, and you get better and better too. My first figures didn’t look as neat as the new ones do now.

That’s so nice—so many handy women here.
I count myself among the handy women, too. Things like painting cabinets or painting the fences outside, or our hallway coat rack—I really enjoy doing that.
I even put together the storage boxes under the bed—I didn’t want to wait for my sweetheart to come home from work (I was supposed to wait), but I surprised him: when he got home, the boxes were all set up, and I was over the moon. It was a ton of fun. I also put together smaller shelves.
But when it comes to big wall units or our sleeper sofa, my husband takes care of that and I help out.

I used to live on my own for a while, and back then I had to put my cabinets together by myself. I even assembled my 1.40 m bed with a slatted frame all by myself back then—I had to sleep somewhere, and there was no one around to help. It wasn’t that easy, but I managed it.

And yet people still say women can’t do that.

I’m currently crocheting an angel for a coworker. I still need to crochet one arm and the wings, then sew them on—and it’ll be done.

And for one of my husband’s coworkers, she wants a Minion about 15–20 cm tall. The body and the pants are almost finished. I’ll continue this over the weekend, since I have time off then.

Oh my gosh, right now I have 196 patterns on my wish list (including free ones).
Some I’ve already bought and crocheted, and others get added little by little. It just depends on when I feel like crocheting one thing or another. Right now I have several
projects that need to be finished first (as gifts or for coworkers).

I can’t do everything at once. I’m just like most people—the to-do list keeps getting longer. How am
I supposed to get through it all so quickly with all these great patterns here?

If I like something, I’ll bookmark it or order it right away and get started. It varies.
I have to use up my yarn stash somehow, after all. Actually, I still have the right yarn on hand for smaller projects
.

The crochet hook, of course

Well, I can’t go “without” doing something. My hands always have to be busy.
When I’m not crocheting, I’ll pull out an adult coloring book, do some puzzles, or play those escape games (where you have to get out of a room) on my tablet. Eventually, I’ll get around to working with my beads, too.

Soon I’ll have to make a birthday card for a milestone birthday (I still have some scraps to use up, since I’m not making any more of those).
I also use my sewing machine every now and then. My husband would like some sewn sandbags as miniature mock-ups for his tank model. We both have our hobbies.
So, as you can see, there’s always something to do.

Everything here sounds very interesting.
I’ll join in too. My sweetheart and I live here in Norway, about a half-hour drive from Oslo, in an 80-square-meter apartment. It’s more like a house. We live downstairs, and our landlords live upstairs, and we get along well with them. We each have our own separate entrance.
We have our own outdoor terrace with seating. We don’t have to tend a garden or mow the lawn (the landlord prefers to do that himself). Looking after flower beds like in Germany isn’t very common here. There are more lawns and raspberry bushes (we were even allowed to pick some).
The children have already left home (my two sons are 28 and 30, and my husband’s son is turning 30 now).
We don’t have any pets, but we do have plenty of hobby and craft supplies (I crochet and do beadwork, and my husband does model building and cycling; he owns 10 road bikes, 3 in the house and the others in the garage).
The small “children’s room” is his hobby and training room for indoor rides on the “roller.”

Although the apartment is on a busy road with bus and train connections, you can hardly hear it when the windows are closed. Right behind it, the forest begins, perfect for long walks.
In big cities you have apartment blocks; here, a bit farther out, you often find these little houses.

“Yarn rationing” is a good one. You crochet and crochet, and the yarn just doesn’t seem to get any less. Pretty soon you’re running out of space.
And just like that, today of all days, I caught myself buying yarn again, even though I don’t have any idea yet what for. But you never know. Yarn doesn’t “go bad,” after all.
I simply can’t resist this gradient cake yarn. I have lots of projects buzzing around in my head.

Winter will be here in no time, and I still need a whole bunch of crochet shawls for that.

so they couldn’t be far now, since they’d already been flying for quite a while.
Suddenly, there was a slight jolt, and they landed. Elisa was allowed to open her eyes again, but what
she saw then... left her utterly amazed...

I just read this post.
Of course, I’d also like to extend my warmest congratulations to the new parents and their sweet Anton.
Enjoy this time, because before you know it, they’ll be taller than you.
My two sons are already 28 and 30, and I sometimes wonder, too, where on earth did the time go?
I hope little Anton feels right at home in his new home and gets to explore the world.

That was chaos. Did I really want to put myself through all that again, on a holiday meant for reflection? Anything but stress, I thought...