Alan bet he could learn to crochet when we bought Isabelle her Blossom-Blossom doll. But he was joking. He really doesn’t have the time. And he didn’t understand why I couldn’t do it.
So, about a week ago, I tried to learn…again. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried. I’ve attempted it before but I got lost and confused. It’s not that I can’t make the stitches. That’s no problem. I just don’t know where to stick my hook. The stitches are foreign to me and I can’t tell them apart. I stick my hook anywhere and everywhere and then I get frustrated because it doesn’t seem to look right.
Ok, so I didn’t really hurl the crocheting across a room, pull my hair out, or curse crochet to the heavens. But I WAS very frustrated. I forgot that there is a learning curve with everything. For some reason, since I know how to knit, I expected my brain to just pick up crocheting and recognize the stitches and when it obviously wasn’t doing that, I was getting mad. But I kept trying a little here and a little there over the past week and something FINALLY clicked.
And I’ve finished a scarf! Now I’m working on a dolly with help from Bethany. She gave me the best tip after I had pulled my project apart like freaking five times. She told me when I make a mistake and am low a stitch on a row, I can just add an extra stitch on the next row. DUH! What a great tip! I should have asked Bethany for help after I pulled the project the first time, maybe the darn thing would be done by now.
Where are the pictures of the finished scarf though, you ask?
And my answer is, who has time to take pictures when they’re busy crocheting?? Bwa ha ha!
Just kidding. Maybe tomorrow.