Crochet had a short lived glory period.
Granny squares of varying quality had me practising a few different stitches.
I was away. Loving life. A life of hot squash, a bbc drama and different coloured yarns.
But I have been known to get over excited when I have tackled a new skill.
And RSI struck.
The repeated tiny movement of the thumb involved in a treble ignited a familiar terrible pain.
And friends, that was the end of crocheting for a while.
Good job March is round the corner!