Body of a Gnome…

… I know.
It’s silly.

In a fit of ‘what shall I do with myself at six o clock every night?’ I bought myself a kit in order to crochet a gonk. (A miniature one).
It will keep my hands busy, I thought.

I have had the odd recent attempt at crochet but seem to forget what I’ve learned (from week to week/day to day!). I don’t know how long it takes to build muscle memory? Or whether I have that long?

I was absurdly pleased (pride goes before and all that …) with this body, magic circle and everything (it’s a phrase we crocheters use)…

It’s also a skill I had yesterday which has completely deserted me (to the point of burning our meal while I persisted in trying) this evening.
The little gonk hat will have to wait it seems.