A brown leather, slightly wobbly, discarded, foot stool.
Sitting hiding underneath the table at the back of the junk shop.
I visited that stool about five times over the course of the week.
It wasn't the price that made me wonder, it was the clutter.
Was it fair to introduce more stuff to our house when we were trying to have less?
Was a foot stool a necessity, or a comfort, or an excuse for more crochet?
But I was in love.
There was no denying it.
And the little foot stool came home with me.
And I pulled out my basket of colours and crocheted.
I crocheted one big granny square for the front, a granny without the increase for the sides and a granny with a decrease for the bottom.
And my farmer boy got some tools from the shed and steadied the legs.
It somehow makes everything look cozy.
Not at all like more clutter.
And my heart is happy when I watch my farmer boy sit back and put his feet up.
The little foot stool and us, we were meant to be.
I need to put my feet up too, you know?
Have a happy weekend you guys. xx