Tuesday, June 23, 2015
As you may have guessed, especially if you follow me on Instagram, I'm away from home at the moment. We're on a family vacation in Colorado and I've been taking a break from the computer.
While we've been away, I have done almost no crocheting. Mostly, we've been too busy; we're doing things together during the day and by the time the Bear and I settle down to relax in the evenings, I'm just too tired to crochet. We're staying in a Victorian-era house in a old part of Denver; our accommodations are actually an Airbnb rental, the apartment on the second story of the house. This apartment has been fully renovated and is a beautiful, comfortable space, but the weather here has been very hot and when we're here, I'm not really eager to sit with an afghan on my lap. So crocheting has been on the backburner and I've made very little progress on my throw since last week.
I did, however, have a really interesting crochet-related experience on Sunday morning. I went to a nearby laundromat to wash our rapidly-accumulating pile of clothes and upon walking in, I noticed that two young men were sitting there crocheting while they waited for their laundry! It was exciting. They are a couple and they were making amigurumi animals to give to their dads for Father's Day. They had made a pig and a bluebird; one crochets the bodies and the other makes the small parts like ears, beaks and snouts and sews them on. Their creations were adorable. I really enjoy seeing crochet in the wild like that.
I haven't been crocheting, but I have been reading a lot on our trip. I picked up the above book, The Phantom of Fifth Avenue by Meryl Gordon, from the library just before we left. I'd previously read another book on the same subject - an heiress named Huguette Clark who inherited vast sums of money from her nineteenth-century copper-baron father and spent the fortune in a spectacular but scandalous way before she died in 2011 - and really enjoyed that, so I wanted to read this one too. I think this one is even better. I enjoy reading about obscenely rich lifestyles; don't judge. Her life is fascinating to read about. I'm especially intrigued by the fact that more than 170 years separated her father's birth and her own death, because she was born to him very late in life and she lived to be over 100 years old herself. Can you imagine?
Joining in with Ginny's Yarn Along.