As the days are growing colder and shorter, and as I’ve been wading through my wool collection as I unpack into our new home, I’ve somehow picked up several new crochet projects without realising it. I see a pretty yarn in my stash and then a cute pattern on Ravelry, next thing you know a project has begun for one of our nieces or a new baby due this year.
I am fairly new to crochet – I only learnt last year whilst we lived on an outback Queensland cattle station. As we traveled the country on our honeymoon my beloved sewing machine would be back home packed away in storage, I knew I’d need a new portable creative outlet. So I sat in front of YouTube for hours on end, messing it up, getting tangled, starting again. And again. And again. Learning to crochet takes patience and perseverance, but once the penny drops you’ll be away in no time, hooking your way around granny squares and baby bonnets like an old pro. My main hurdle was that I’m left handed, but not quite as left handed that I would crochet left handed. I’m somewhere in the middle where crocheting or knitting left handed feels wrong, but doing it right handed seems a little silly as well.
My aim was to learn to crochet an entire granny square blanket by the time we had a baby (i.e. setting myself a goal in the very faaaar distance!) Turns out in the past year I’ve made several baby blankets for friends and family as new little faces have joined the world – granny squares, treble crochet stitches, stripes, rounds. I crocheted each of my nieces and nephew a different animal hat for Christmas – a frog, a cow, a dinosaur, a hippo, a tiger, a lion all flew off my crochet hook. And I’m now looking at scarves in shops saying to myself “I could make that”. Yes, I am turning into my mother.
So this winter I have several projects on the go – a few baby blankets, some hats, perhaps a cardigan for a birthday gift or mittens for myself. I might even sell some on my madeit store, not that selling these things turns a profit given the hours that go into them but I figure if I’m in the mood for hooking I might as well embrace it and pay it forward. We are still yet to have TV connected to the farmhouse, so our evenings are full of radio, maybe a DVD, the husband reading farming articles and me crocheting.
There’s something to be said for slowing down and really concentrating on creating something, don’t you think? Going slowly and learning a new skill, the methodical rhythm of yarn over, pull through, looping and gently moulding the yarn into something. Last night I lit the fire and sat with Tessa (my little cavalier/cocker spaniel) on the floor hooking my way through a few rows of a baby blanket I’m working on. Methodical and slow, gentle and purposeful. Looks like it’s going to be a busy winter.