Once upon a time a girl decided to learn to crochet…
At first she thought she was doing what’s called SC -or Single Crochet, but oh no… she was doing something called a Slip Stitch. Who knew she was such a natural, learning stitches she didn’t even know. Yarn osmosis. Here she was thinking that her stitches were just really tight, when really they were just wrong. A few nights ago, whilst embarking upon a daring crochet flower pattern; the girl learned from her handy new crochet book, that she wasn’t even doing a single crochet at all; quel surprise. The girl had learned a valuable lesson in fiber/stick relationships. Sticks and yarn may knot in rows, but patterns are more than rows of knots.
Books are great for stuff like that. If only the book could grab my attention while i stubbornly plod away in my impulsive, yarn forcing manor. I had convinced myself that if I just did enough rows it would magically start to look like the photos. A quarter of a skein later, and building quite the impressive nasty zig-zag edge, I decided to own up to my erroneous ways.
I still haven’t actually figured out how I can drop stitches so easily. I did this when I started to knit too. My inaugural knit cat blanket was the oddest shaped piece of work ever to grace a pair of sticks. Perfect for a cat -and thus it stayed as a favorite sleeping place for Winston. I did improve, but honestly -it was a fight with my wandering attention span. Then some muscle memory must have taken over, because i don’t do that any more.
Now I am searching for interesting things to crochet.
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