Some of the stalwart readers of this blog will recall a post I wrote about depression and how I was frustrated with a knitting pattern which was adding to my, then, feeling of failure. Well I came to the conclusion that the pattern was wrong and that I had wasted enough time labouring over it, so the knitting was unravelled and put away with the intention of finding an alternative pattern for the wool some time in the future.
I decided that I needed some new challenges to keep my hands busy in the evening (I have a terrible habit of chewing my fingers when bored!) and a well-timed and much repeated advertisement on the television prompted me to buy the first edition of The Art of Crochet with the plan to teach myself to crochet. I vaguely remember my mother trying to teach me but she is left-handed and I’m right-handed and I think we admitted defeat. As I have discovered in recent years I learn better from reading instructions than being shown and indeed I have now taught myself two basic crochet stitches. Buoyed on by this small achievement I decided to follow the instructions and knit myself a very much-needed scarf.
I am quite chuffed at the result. It looks home-made but then it is and I think that has a certain charm. I can now say that I have treble crochet stitch off to a tee given the number of stitches that went into the scarf. Ridiculously I struggled most with the tassels, this is particularly stupid as there are only two ways to do the tassel but as I did each one I couldn’t remember what to do and the more I thought about it the more confused I got!!
I am now awaiting the next edition so I can learn another stitch and wondering what to crochet next.