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24 July 2015

Mat Happens

You know, I asked Hubster no less than five times to throw my plastic mat and bags away for me... I just didn't have the heart to do it myself. But did he? NO! Just kept saying, "OK, I will." Yeah, right. So I picked it up again... twice.

The first time I restarted I ended up taking out what I did the day before. Dang, just like before.. what am I doing wrong? And what am I doing trying again?

This last time is much better. I've had two good days. And if this don't work, I'm done for real; no. really! But I think I've about got it now. My big silver metal bowl of plastic spaghetti is gradually being recrocheted back in the project (miracle), only without yanking it out again. This time I'm being so very careful.

I'm beginning to think this was the project from hell. Well, think about it... if Satan is using this to keep me from making hats for cancer patients it's kind of worked in a way! I've put more than enough effort into this mat. But I am slipping a few hats in between the interludes of disgust for the project and soaring moments of accomplishment so he doesn't completely win at all. Boo! Hiss! on him!

I will conquer and overcome all hindrances! I will have a MAT!