Thursday, February 2, 2012

By Hook or By Crook

If only people who were good at something, did it, not much would get done. That's my excuse, anyway, when it comes to crochet. I work at it from time to time as the mood strikes me. The problem is, I never really know how it will turn out in the end, much like a novel, actually. The thing seems to take on a life of its own. It gets bigger and smaller in turn, seems to create its own stitches, which I swear I never intended. The end is usually a surprise. Well, once in a while it may turn out OK. Not great, mind you, but all right. The way I have to approach it is just to enjoy the process, the range of colors, textures, design (assuming it works out.) Directions frequently seem to be wrong and I don't have the expertise to figure out what to do so I just go onwards and hope for the best. It's all good.

1 comment:

  1. I have that same crochet fixation. lol. I have been making the same bed spread off and on for a good ten years now. No matter how much I do it, though, I never seem to get any better at it (sigh).