On Saturday night, I found myself with a quiet, empty house, so I took advantage of the boy-free environment and hooked this Granny Mandala Potholder while watching the always fantastic Waking Ned Devine. That skinny old guy naked on the motorcycle makes me laugh until it aches. I love that movie so much, and I love how spending two hours listening to the brogue in their speech will let it leak into my own for awhile, and I’ll sound Irish, too. Now I want to go and get The Full Monty and re-watch that while making another potholder.
Are potholders the new blanket around here? Will I crochet potholders until my potholder drawer is bulging and unwieldy and ridiculous? Will I gift my family and friends with a hundred potholders until they beg me to stop? I think maybe, yes. Dear Alice, you inspire me.