Crocheting: My Not So Secret Passion!
Crocheting has become a passion that I have carried with me all the days of my life. I love yarn, and the fact that a simple ball of the stuff can create something extraordinary with a little effort.
Warm weather draws a person outside…but cool weather finds me wanting to crochet!! Because of this urge, I made a trip to the store as soon as the winds blew colder and picked out some vibrant colors to use to construct an afghan. I was drawn to the purples and lavenders!! I rushed home and dove into my collection of pattern books searching for an afghan that would prove challenging enough to hold my interest and in the end be beautiful to behold. I wanted to try a pattern I had never done before and went with a striped pattern that featured Catherine wheels throughout. I can honestly say there is nothing I love better than crocheting while I watch television or a good movie!! When I first met my husband he was floored that I could crochet, as he had never met anyone under 80 that knew how. He must have lived a sheltered life because I taught myself to crochet when I was about 10. This last summer I taught my daughter how to crochet and she proudly won a blue ribbon at the local 4H fair for her creation. It didn’t take long for the crochet bug to bite her!! Before I had barely finished my first row she was begging for me to go buy her a ball of yarn so she could crochet too. Like me, she loves the variegated patterns and chose one peppered with white, purple, and pale blue. I set her to work making a Granny Square. I suggested she continue until she used up the yarn, and then get another ball of a different pattern or color to make a new square. Eventually, she could crochet her squares together and have a nice sized blanket for her bed. A bonus is that she could eventually enter her afghan into the fair if she wanted.
It has become a tradition in my family to crochet. My mom did it, then I taught myself, and then I taught my daughter. A relaxing and rewarding hobby, when all is said and done you have a heirloom that will be treasured always. It has become the not so secret passion that I will carry with me all the days of my life. Until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
I completely understand. I knit. I love the idea that the big skein of yarn turns into a fabric with the knotting and twisting action of ME and my needles. It's a good thing!
ReplyDeleteI taught myself to crochet when I was around 10, too. I've put crochetting on the back burner for a while since there is so little space in the camper, and it's already piled high with books and papers and the occasional stray tool. It's one of the things I can't wait to get back to once the house is done.
ReplyDeleteI'm the same way.
ReplyDeleteExcept that my ball of yarn is a truckload of lumber, and my afghan is a house. It is too the same thing!
LOL @ Mike...Yes it is!
ReplyDeleteI've been bit by the crochet bug again. I haven't done anything in quite a while. While I normally enjoy making doilies and the like, I finally feel like working with yarn again. It's been years! I'm thinking about a shawl. Shut up! I'm old enough now for that! LOL
I do not crochet--I do not knit--and I have no use for either at this point in my life. While I admire people who can do these things--I just don't have the talent it takes for the yarn and the needles. I much prefer to do what Mike does--grab some flooring--some drywall--and build!! Last year I put in wood flooring in the entire lower level of our house. This year I have painted and will probably remodel the bathroom. At least it is creative!!
ReplyDeleteCheers, Jenn.
I prefer needlework. But all these things--needlework, crochet, knitting, carpentry--have in common the kind creativity that results in the creation of a material object. Something we can put out hands on.
ReplyDeleteMy mother crocheted. I have in a closet (because right now we don't have a spare bed to put it on) a beautiful, queen-sized white bedspread with raised white roses surrounded by deep green leaves that she made for my husband and me. When she died, I made sure each of her grandkids and great-grandkids had an afghan they wanted, kept half a dozen for myself, and still donated at least that many to the church thrift store.
As writers, we leave our thoughts behind us, and that's a wonderful thing. But there's also something very special about leaving behind an actual object to keep our loved ones warm, be it a sweater, a blanket, or a house.
I feel serene just reading this. I used to do a very little of crocheting with my mom before she died. I love how doing it just so relaxing. Good for you teaching your daughter. I hope she finds it wonderful as you do.
ReplyDeleteJo, I know just what you mean! I can knit too! I find it a little more tedious and prefer to crochet because I am a lot better at it. Thanks for stopping in to read and comment!
ReplyDeleteCindy, we have so much in common! Thank for stopping by to read and comment.
ReplyDeleteMike, you are absolutely correct! We both create something extraordinary with something quite ordinary!! Thank you for stopping in to read and comment!!
ReplyDeleteDarlene, it is one of the best kinds of bugs to be not by! Thank you for stopping by to read and comment.
ReplyDeleteLaura, my daughter seems to love it like I do. I have taught her how to make granny squares and she is having a ball practicing. She plans to enter her completed Afghan in this summer's fair
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Jenn, now I know who to call when I get ready to paint and put in new carpeting!!! I am clueless about things like that! Thank you for your comments!
ReplyDeleteAngela, completed works like that are true treasures! Thank you for stopping in to read and comment!
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