I spent the day with my Mum and my Granny.
Granny was away looking out bits and bobs of wool for me to practice crochet with, Mum was giving instruction and critique (even though she can’t crochet!)
So I progressed with my tongue stuck out the side of my mouth as a five year old would, while deep in concentration.
I managed to progress from the 3 metre length of chain stitch I made last night to a lopsided blue square thing.
You don’t believe me? You want picture proof? I can do that……. not very well as its a snap on my phone, but proof none the less.
The ends are tucked in to hide the fact it’s decreasing for some bloody unbeknown reason I can’t figure out. I haven’t missed picking up any chains (I think) and it goes in evenly decreasing on both sides. Go figure.
Anyway, I don’t care. I can now say I can crochet, badly. In dishcloth cotton. Wool is just too fiddly yet, I tried. There was nearly murder by crochet hook.And this is supposed to be me trying relaxing things to help with my anxiety and stress relief? Good grief!!!
