If you’re reading this, it’s official, I’m a blogger at last!
Took up crochet 2 years ago when I gave up smoking, didn’t realise how addictive it would be, the smell and feel of a new ball of yarn, the dread when encountering a new pattern for the first time; will I manage it? is that a UK dbl crochet or USA dbl crochet? Why doesn’t mine look like that? Or, if you’re lucky it turns out perfectly.
There is no feeling quite so humbling as making a gift for someone and it being genuinely appreciated – it’s nearly as great as buying the yarn for it in the first place!
I have, finally, after 2 years just purchased my first “stash” of yarn. Bamboo cotton chenille, it’s so soft and the colours are so vivid I couldn’t resist and am now the proud owner of over 200 balls! I have no clue what the majority will make but for the time being I am making African violet hexagons for a blanket as wedding gifts for 2 friends. The rest I will just admire and adore.
I am a proud Mum to 3 cats which make my crochet life even more exciting! My 2 Maine Coons love to assist me and I have yet to purchase/make a suitable yarn bowl that foils them in their bid to rid me of my latest piece of work, if it’s not them, my Labrador has also, whilst I slept, managed to access my wool stash and turn 3 × 50 gram balls into a pile of spaghetti, the whole house it seems is out to get me.
Despite the challenges I have managed to complete a few blankets, baby shawls, dog jumpers, ponchos, bags, hats and even some bunting as gifts for family and friends.
I have recently purchased some clover soft touch hooks as I was getting pins and needles using the smaller size hooks, I definitely prefer aluminium to crochet on above plastic or wood as I find the yarn slips over it easier.
My dream job would be to own a wool shop and write chick lit in my spare time – as apart from being a pet owner, hubby is disabled and is bed ridden most days and I am a very proud Mum to a almost 17 year old girl. So I am domestic goddess and carer all in one!
Crochet is MY escape, when I sit to crochet I feel I am not just waiting for the next medicine run or for the next meal to be prepared – I am not watching life pass me by while I wait to be needed – I am creating something that when it’s finished, someone will love, someone will reach for when they are cold or poorly and think of me, someone will think “oh that Hat T gave me will go with this” and for that I am at peace, for that I will continue to create, for that I feel complete and worthy. I do this for me.