Maybe it’s the pregnancy, but I’ve been having this odd desire to learn how to crochet lately. Kind of figures that instead of food cravings I’m suffering from craft cravings. In a wild burst of optimism, I bought a huge and beautiful book on the subject, along with 3 sizes of crochet hooks, and even though I know perfectly well that I don’t really have time for a new hobby right now, I jumped in. Here’s where I want to go:
And here’s where I am:
Okay, I’m still just practicing. This is my problem with hobbies – I want to be good at them right away. I have trouble being patient with the learning process. I’m inspired, though, so I really want to stick with it.
When I was little I had a dress made (by my grandmother) of granny squares like this one:
I called it the “potholder dress”. Once I master the shell blanket, I think I want to try to make one for “Little Bit”. I’m also fancying the purse, below. That one looks harder, though – I might have to work up to it…