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.