Sunday, May 4, 2008
to crochet or not to crochet that is the question
I know my youngest loves to copy me and do whatever I am doing, so I only have myself to blame when I decided to get caught up in the desire to crochet a ripple blanket. Never mind that I can only just crochet, it's a bit painful to watch at first as I bravely try to get my resistent fingers to obey relatively simple commands, or the lack of a colour scheme or even enough wool of the same ply, I just have to make a start on one. I'm hopefully optimistic that I'll get into it and then on Monday I can make a quick trip to the LYS to stock up on the required yarn. So I sit down and begin. Youngest daughter watches intently,
"what you doing mum?" she asks after five minutes.
"crocheting" I reply.
"hmmm" she says, 'it looks like plaiting. Will you teach me?"
"one day," I reply as I fumble to insert the hook to make the first row. It's taking me quite a lot of concentration to remember the flow. Youngest sits next to me. "it looks easy" she says.
"hmm" I say. I speak the instructions to myself and before long have an echo in my ear as youngest repeats them too, a fraction of second behind me. I last another ten minutes before putting my crochet attempt to one side and prepare to teach youngest. This is easier said than done as although she picks it up pretty quickly she has to check every Dc with me. Several hours later, and a lot of patience, untangling and me trying not to look too longlingly at my own piece, of barely begun crocheting, she is very proud of her efforts which she declares just right for Baby Alive as a scarf.
I decide it's best to leave the hard stuff and instead finish off a baby bolero and look, note only look a the unfinished sock.
Youngest noting that I'm no longer doing any crocheting says, "don't wory mummy it gets easier as you do it. I'll help you if you want"
Actually I am thrilled that she has inherited my love of knitting and crocheting at such a tender age, but perhaps a tad less enthusiasm occasionally wouldn't hurt.
Here's what I managed to get done.
The pink bolero, no home for it yet, but I'm sure someone will have a baby soon.
Peri looking a bit put out that he had to share my lap with a puppy. He didn't agree to any puppysitting.