I’m sitting here trying to squeeze everything out of these last days of summer, one last Linen Loop on the hook in the softest pink, my fading peony memories are replaced by little crocheted blooms, I’m both ready and not ready, nevertheless the little maiden in the alpine weather house is forcasting cooler studio days ahead. 💕
Because when your car breaks down on the Ohio Turnpike, while on your way to Boston to drop your sweet girl off at college and you end up having to have it towed to a dealership and make the rest of the trek in a rental, you may need a little instant happy.
A few extra moments, a twist of vintage yoko and you have a warmer linen loop.
A physical pat down, license check and you and your child’s first ever ride in the back of a patrol car, all to get your sad buns off the pike, because the flatbed tow truck can only seat two (the tow driver and your husband) and the nearest off ramp with a hotel is 25 miles away and it’s after closing at all the damn rental car places and before you can climb in the hard plastic backseat, the officer needs to check your bags and when they come across your little zip pouch and ask “make up bag?” and you reply “no, knitting” and they chuckle and unzip it because they don’t believe you and then are completely surprised that it IS knitting ..and yes, I called it knitting because crochet would have needed more explanation.
Next day you’re back on the road in a rental to Massachusetts and you get your sweet girl all moved in and you high-five thinking you handled this like a pro and you cry because she’s staying and you’re leaving and you love them both so much and you couldn’t imagine anyone better to be marooned with ♥
Three days have passed and you are on the way back to Ohio with one less, you return the rental and you arrive at the dealership with pillows, travel snacks and luggage in hand, ready to pick up your once broken but now fixed car and get your tired buns home. You are greeted with the news that it will take a frickin week for warranty parts to arrive, apparently the f’ing thing needs a whole new fuel system. Feeling just as broken as the car you grab another rental, this time a one-way, and head west for MN. You are literally driving the bright yellow hamster mobile from the Kia commercials, but your mood lightens when you stop at a gas station that has vanilla frosting combos (wth?) and the cashier decides take a smoke break while you’re in the store, like you look honest enough to watch it for her while she has a break (wth?) and whose only bathroom art is an oversized 1990’s Leonardo DiCaprio wall poster laminated on plywood opposite the mirror, washing your hands you look up, startled, then wink ..hey Leo ♥
Exactly one week later, you get the call, it’s fixed and the very next day you are re-tripping to Ohio with yet another one-way rental on the turnpike (choose your own adventure style) shady hotels, having fun and holding hands, coming full circle, back to linen this time. ♥