Some days are filled to the brim with making. Its the side of my work that I love most (of course) but its actually a smallish part of the whole picture. I spend much more time answering emails, writing, planning, calculating, and reading than I really do making.
But then come those pockets of time where I *have* to spend hours upon hours crocheting or sewing. For some reason, I find starting nearly impossible, but once I am in my groove my heart sings with it. And then I get to look back on an hours' work and think "I made that and I'm getting paid for it!". What a privilage.
Top: examples of granny squares and ripples for my crochet class in Wendy Merino Chunky and Texere Chunky Wool.
Middle: child's apron out of Quentin Blake fabric
Bottom: granite stitch crochet