September 4th 2013 was just an ordinary day for most people. For me, it was The Day That Changed My Life.
Way back in January 2013 I made a resolution that this was the year I would learn to crochet. I love to knit. I love to make cards. I love to cross stitch. I live to bake cakes. And eat them.
I had wool. I even had crochet hooks. My mother in law made an attempt to teach me. Epic fail. I just couldn’t grasp it.I was frustrated.
So when I heard of a 4 week beginners crochet class I had no more excuses. I signed up and on Sept 4th, a bright sunny morning, I walked through the door of the Textile Studio all eager and nervous.
Straight away I was asked what wool I wanted for the project I was going to make. This surprised me. I thought we would be making maybe a pin cushion or pot holder over the four weeks. But no, boldly I decided that I would start what I really wanted, a throw for our newly decorated kitchen. After all, it is only a square at a time.
First we made a few chains, then learned to join the chains into a circle, then chain out of the circle. Then to do doubles and trebles.
After half an hour I was ready to throw it across the room and go home. This clearly wasn’t for me.
Then, a eureka moment. I changed hook size from 4 to 5 and suddenly the world changed. It all fell into place. I stopped trying to knit with a hook and a finger. I let my left hand do some work. And as if by magic, the magic happened. I could do it!
I left the class after 2 hours with a completed square. And a sack of co ordinating wool. And the inspiration to carry on. I was quite literally “hooked”.
Welcome to the world of crochet! XD