Something big happened in my life: I finally learned how to crochet!
I'd been wanting to learn it for years, but somehow never got round to it. Until this winter when I hit a rough patch, not just personally, but also creatively. The feeling in me grew that I would be able to shift some of my emotions by learning how to crochet. I missed creating, but sewing was still too far out of my reach.
So one day in early April my mother taught me the basics of crochet and I've been going ever since. At first I only knew how to make a granny square, so that is all I did. Every day. Everywhere. It turned out to be a truly therapeutic pastime for me.
The squares were adding up until I felt I had enough for a blanket. I then put all the squares together and made a little edging. And now my labour of love is cheering up our living room. And I've started and finished several more projects since! I'm so happy with my new healthy obsession :)
Yeah! My daughter taught herself, but I have yet to learn crochet. (I prefer knitting) I think it's the ever-widening sides of the crocheted piece that keeps me from trying it out again.
Posted by: Ellen | June 28, 2011 at 12:22 AM
Wow! Pretty good for a novice!
Posted by: emily | July 01, 2011 at 02:18 PM