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The day after I posted about the One World, One Heart giveaway, I woke up and put water on for a cup of coffee. While I was waiting for the water to boil, I just checked my blog ... and almost keeled over when I saw that overnight I'd had fifty comments. Good grief, I thought. I'd expected a couple of dozen, but the present count is well over a hundred. The thing is, I promised to visit other people's blogs in return - and I have. And it's been fascinating, very much like having a poke around someone's living room and looking at all their precious things. I've commented on some, not on others because although everyone's work is really lovely, I know that my twisted luck would decree that I win something that I have no use for ... and I'd prefer objects to end up with the people who will appreciate them most.

In any case, after a couple of sessions of intense blog-hopping, I've had to return to my crocheting or, quite frankly, I'll get nothing done. This is one thing I'm working on... the colours aren't right, but the pattern is. It's simple, it works. And in the right colours, it will make a very nice afghan.

 

Mr Gingerbread has been watching me make these and is quite fascinated by the process. Truth be told, so am I, because it says a lot about the way the brain works and how we translate mental images into something physical. This is not a complex pattern, but intricate things like doilies are: I mean, imagine translating a mental image of a lace doily into an actual piece of work ... and then (gulp) writing the pattern down. Although not a doily fan, I take my hat off to the clever women (and occasional man) who design them.