Crochet three-dimensional ............... harden and fit .... I do so !!!!, for Gandhi Jayanti ...2,Oct

Crochet three-dimensional ............... harden and fit .... I do so !!!! I'm melted! This year I decided not to make good resolutions on New Year's Eve .. because every year is the same story: I promise to be a better person but then I'm still the same! So I started this new year with an objective analysis of myself .. and I have concluded that this year I will do what I like and like! Just before Diwali I thought about buying some cotton twigs, which at that time are usually ready to pic at agri. farms around our HISAR CITY ... and it occurred to me that I could spin it! I did some research and I knew this plant better, discovering that there are several varieties, including some (not very common) in which the cotton wool grows naturally brown, beige or green. These varieties are very old, but their production at the industrial level has not aroused much interest because the fibers are particularly short and therefore it is extremely difficult to spin them. I then took my cotton twigs and started to open this cotton wool, which contains the seeds of the plant, just like a fruit. In each swab I found about 8 seeds and the feeling I felt every time was indescribable: I fully understood the meaning of the word KAPAAS KE DODE! A myriad of short fibers that are rolled up and twist around a small seed to protect it and allow it to be transported by the wind without danger, to give life to a new plant .. made me understand how wonderful is the nature, which thinks every detail to protect his creatures!]] I also found that, given the extremely short dimensions of the cotton fibers (on average about 2cm), you need to spin it with a special tool, the TAHKLI, a very small and light metal spindle, which is used by placing it on a surface and turning it swirling, like a top! Much better known than TAHKLI IS THE CHARKHA, A SPINNERUM INVENTED BY MAHATAMA GANDHI TO SPIN COTTON. Gandhi used cotton spinning and Charkha as symbols of the non-violent struggle for Indian independence. With the Charkha he hoped that the Indians could become self-sufficient and free from the English dominion, producing their own clothes and not buying the English fabrics. The things to say are too many .. in a few days I have stored so much information and experiences that to write them all here would be an endless post! The important thing is that I LOVE my CHARKHA, I love it when twirling in my fingers and I love the noise that the thread does while it is forming .. I think soon my CHARKHA will have a name! Preferably Indian .. Raul? Who knows ... we'll see :) I know, I'm crazy, but I always give a name to the objects when I tie myself to them in this way! In addition, during the Diwali holidays at our nanu’s village I talked to my grandmother(maternal) about the production and spinning of cotton, which when she was a child was performed at home, and I found out that my great-grandmother had given her CHARKHA which she got from her mother something that you consider of little value because it is more than 90 years or something!!! Given my enthusiasm to that wonderful charkha could not help but place it on the taand ("I had to preserve it till my death!"). Now I'm thinking of making some kukdis (raw cotton alongated balls)with cotton punnis (cotton swags), but I have to organize myself well and find a frame or use my charpaai .. ok, enough for today! I do not want to go further: this post should have just mentioned the new turn that is taking my life, but as usual I become too verbose when the topic excites me! To reconnect to the incipit, therefore .. for this year I decided to do everything I like and I like ... and I think I started well! Happy Birth Day Gandhi ji in Heaven! Sniffles and snuffles My creativity and Sniffles and snuffles …… I got up early in the morning sharp 4:00. I did my heir combed for 5 minutes as usual, did my eye exerxises sitting on bench in park, in front of my house. But instead of doing all this and that. I think this morning, my head filled with sniffles and snuffles. My not feeling up to par’ has transformed itself into a full blown cold. Makes my head foggy. So, for today, I am going to share a beautiful pic of my past creation. With this. Iam going back to bed to give myself a cup of tea with biscuits and medicine thereafter. Because sometimes, all we can do is snuggle under the covers and know, “ this too shall pass”.