Apparently my coping mechanism to my parents splitting is crafts. I spent over five hours today crocheting a blanket and I'm gonna carry on until I go to sleep.

I'm going to post a pic of the finished blanket in my art book but five hours is apparently no where near enough time to finish.

It's all pretty colours because I'm using my marbles wool that I bought today (the only reason I got out of bed)

I'm going to use the teal wool to border it I think. Then I might make another blanket..

And I'm just gonna tell you all right now: crochet when you're stressed. Seriously. Your hands are doing something so you don't have to fiddle, and you need to calm yourself by keeping your hands not too tense because otherwise the stitch will be tighter than you want it, the texture of the soft wool over your hands is sooo calming, PLUS as the blanket gets bigger, you have a fluffy blanket over you as you work. It also takes your mind off everything and basically just pulling and running the wool through your fingers is so grounding and yeah. Crocheting is very comfy.

This thing is what I made with just my hands this morning in bed from the wool I've had for over five years. I would have made it bigger but I ran out of wool. I don't know what it is but it helped calm me so it's valid.