My fingers are furious with me

(I made these letters for Alexandra for Christmas -- these were my crafty interlude this year. I made four words, I think, and had such fun with them.) I'm currently having a major craft craving, but a specific one -- my desire to learn to crochet has become an imperative. I passed up a chance to start a class on tuesday, and all evening long my fingers were furious with me -- they'd had enough typing, for goodness sake! They wanted to be off and crocheting! So I'm starting Saturday. The problem is I don't want to have to learn, all clumsy and messy, I just want to be able to do this:

and this:

And I want to be able to do it AT ONCE. These are both from Posie Gets Cozy, one of my favorite favorite blogs, for both pure eye candy, decor coveting, and also reading Alicia's very funny, wonderful words.

Yesterday evening when I left to pick up my father from the airport, I realized I had not stepped out the front door since early monday morning. {!!!} Jeez. What a hermit! I had been out the back door, but to be honest, only to let the dog in and out. Ulp. I've been writing voraciously, loving it, but I think we might try to get out of the house for a little date soon!

Since I am lurking indoors so much, I thought I'd show you my indoors. Here are a few pictures of the recently remodeled kitchen -- love the floor!


The bench and kitchen table above are where I wrote Blackbringer, though the floor was a lot uglier then. Here is a peek through the door at the bench where I write now:

And here are some little friends who live in the kitchen:

I love whimsical sculptures and marionettes and ornaments of strange little characters. They make me happy. Well, there is another day of peevish fingers ahead of me, writing and writing and not crocheting (chill out, fingers, you don't even know if you'll like crocheting yet. Give me a break!)