This is a nearly finished net bag for the food fiber source I keep in the car. It’s crocheted from this nylon beading thread I got at an estate sale for one of my fellow knitty ladies. We are largely a generational thing, and we are all commencing to pass on, as the euphemism goes.

The efforts of our Northern California guilds to build membership among the youngsters has met with some, but fundamentally little, success. It’s that damned internet. And our own guild, the Spindles and Flyers, of Berkeley, California, is having trouble generating the membership revenue needed to pay for meeting space.

But it was a YouTuber who pointed out to me that if you want to make net bags for your produce (she was doing up a sizeable harvest of milkweed pods for drying) you want to use non-organic material. I don’t want any moldy tangerines corrupting my handiwork. So, I’m sitting in the car crocheting chain stitches, and counting, which keeps me from having to think about any of the other things I should be doing instead. There is something wrong with this?

If you were raised in this god-awful, decidedly protestant culture, there is. But I do need the bag, she rationalizes.

This is how the food fiber has been stored up to now, and it was working just fine, but for some reason, now, it’s not. Used to be, I folded over the top of the bag and stuck it in the corner, and it stayed there, folded up. I have no idea why, now, it repeatedly comes unfolded and spills tangerines every which where. Too much thrashing around on my part, I expect. Anyway, the fruit needed further containment, and this justifies my working on the simple, soothing project, and not on the complicated and confounding project.

Alliteration is my thing.