I’ve always been one of those people that just can’t stand being idle. My brain, my hands, feet, they all move a mile a minute and must be kept busy with something. Anything! It’s a bit of a blessing and a curse. I can get so much accomplished but I get bored so very easily which drives me a bit batty at times.
So I went looking for a hobby.
With most of the kids in school it’s just me and Emma all day and I needed something to fill my spare time, which there happens to be a lot of. You can only clean the house so many times in one day before there’s just nothing left to clean. Anyways, I went to my Facebook page looking for suggestions and several people suggested I learn how to crochet. Hmm. Well, I wasn’t completely thrilled with that idea. It’s kind of a granny hobby and clearly requires a certain amount of patience, something I completely lack.
I researched a bit, watched some how-to videos on YouTube and gave in to the idea. I bought myself a few basic supplies, some pretty yarn and a couple of books with basic instructions. How hard could this be???
REALLY FRIGGIN HARD!
I’m open to trying new things and I’ve always been pretty good at teaching myself to do stuff but this, this crochet thing, it’s making me feel like a turd. Yarn, a hook and hands, the only things involved in this and I can’t get beyond a few loopy things before I’ve got yarn tangled around my hands and the hook on the floor.
Being the persistent type, I kept trying and trying and trying some more until I got a pretty long chain going. I felt pretty accomplished at this point.
Then came the actual rows of stitches and that’s where things went downhill again. My hand started cramping, my chain started twisting every which way and I found myself completely lost and in a big knot of loops. I cursed the yarn a few times and threw it on a shelf. This is clearly not a craft that could be learned in a single day.
Some day I hope to be able to make a blanket as beautiful as the one my grandmother made me, a blanket I’ve always treasured. She died just a few months before I was born and I’ve held onto this blanket my entire life knowing it was the only piece of her I’d ever have. It wasn’t until today that I truly appreciated the work she put into making this.
For now, I’ll just keep working on this when I have absolutely nothing better to do and figure by 2013 I’ll perhaps accomplish a pot holder.