I am learning a new skill. Crochet. After years of trying to knit and never progressing beyond slow and painful dishcloth knitting I made the change. Actually a friend suggested a class she wanted to go to and I tagged along in a ‘I’m sure I can’t do this but an evening out is always welcome’ kind of attitude. Yeah, queen of positivity me.
And it turns out that I can actually crochet. The class covered chaining and single and double stitches. My swatch from the class was not pretty. I added stitches in some rows, decreased in others. I even managed a nice load of slip stitches. And then I came home and throughout to myself ‘Oh bloody hell I reckon YouTube will help”. And I started. And now I can’t stop. Seriously. Can, Not. Stop.
The hats is not pretty, it’s got missed stitches, slipped stitches, wonky bits but. I. Made. It. And that’s awesome.
The wool was a bamboo that was in our local drapery – purchased purely because it was $2 a ball. Its gorgeously soft. But I needed a smaller hook ideally. I think. I do know for sure I have a numb finger from making it. Seriously, so much crochet over two days that I have a numb spot.
The variegated swatch in the picture is becoming a doll blanket. I’m back on YouTube for edging and scallop instructions. I am throwing everything I have at this. I will not give up. I don’t want to give up. And thats not a sentiment I ever felt about knitting!