It’s another frigid day here, which means, once again, I am staying upstairs with only brief excursions back down to stoke the fire. It’s nice to be warm up here, but, let’s face it: after being up here for three or four days straight (I can’t remember; it all runs together), it starts to get boring. I need a new project, but it has to be portable. There are things in my mental queue — another Axl doll for a friend; different items of clothing I’d like to sew; my crayon drawing! But all of that requires being downstairs in the coldest corner of the cabin. Huh uh. Ain’t gonna happen. So that pretty much leaves me with crochet. The problem is, I don’t really have anything in mind. I’m itching to do something, but if there’s not a purpose behind it… well, it loses its appeal pretty fast. What do you do when you have a restless urge to create but no real direction?