A lot of you are probably wondering how my crocheting is going. You’ve thought to yourself, probably over coffee in the morning: I bet he’s given up.
Crochet is hard, no doubt. And so far, my skill level has flatlined at blanket level.
But it does relieve stress. And it would be a great hobby for someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder. My main trouble with crochet seems to be getting all the knots straight. And the yarn is sometimes stringy. Whatever. I just push the needle through and carry on.
Here. Check out my work so far.
Making a blanket is great stress relief.
Though my stitching looks like it was crocheted by someone having a seizure, I am actually in pretty decent health.
You can apparently buy yarn in one-pound bundles. After this bundle's over, I'll do another color.
Come on, it's a decent-enough first effort. Cut me some slack here, people.
Things were going so well with the other blanket, I figure I'd start another blanket. This time, though, I'm using wool. Scratchy, coarse wool. Like an old Army blanket made by someone's grandmother. Also, yarn is expensive. Who knew.
The wool blanket is kinky and curly, though. Not sure why. Will it ever straighten out, or am I doing something wrong?
I couldn't make this ugly sweater even if I wanted to.
Someday, though, I will make an awesome sweater for a cat.
