Yesterday, I took part in the Harlow 10 – a ten mile race in Essex. In the heat. And the sunshine. When it was hot. At mile six I stopped running and started walking and crying – it’s amazing what a good blub will do for you. I picked myself up and finished the race.
Before we set off, I’d taken myself to a quiet corner of the field and used my new crochet project to keep my anxious eyes from watching skinny men stretching their ham strings. My bubbling nerves were kept at bay by a baby blanket.
Then after the race when I was red of face and – well, I wish I could say ‘glowing’ – I was very glad I’d taken something pretty to change into after my shower:
Thank you, Pendrell.
Have crafts helped you in other areas of your life?
Conversely, are there activities that have, ahem, slipped because of our shared obsessions? I dragged my recipes out the other day. Oh yeah, I thought. Remember when you used to regularly cook from scratch? But now my path to the kitchen takes me past a Bernina…