Crochet has been a part of my life.
Grandma W. and Aunt J. crocheted skirts, vests, purses, and other items for my sisters and I. Grandma M. crocheted afghans.
Doilies abounded. Crocheted by Grandma W., Grandma M., and my mom. And even my mother-in-law made me some doilies. I joyfully displayed their handiwork at our wedding lunch.
I so wanted to crochet. For 30 years I tried. My family tried to teach me, and I took some classes. The yarn or thread just got snarled up in my fingers. It just wasn't working for me. Such crochet envy.
So I tried to be content with knitting. In second grade a friend, Carol N, showed me how to knit. But thinking it was a another frivolous pursuit, I was told no spare money to buy needles and yarn. Well, I am known to have some tenacity. I found two really long nails on my dad's workbench that would work as needles, and my friend had some extra yarn. I learned to knit. I wish I still had that first piece. Purple yarn about an inch wide and 8-inches long. The beginning of a headband. That attempt earned me a pair of new knitting needles and some yarn. Dishcloths galore.
Thankfully, my Pioneer Girls group did a unit on knitting (brave leaders!) and I made a pair of slippers!! I wish I still had that pattern. I did learn how to knit textured designs from a graph. My cross-stitch experience came in handy. But it was not a quick process to knit blankets. Several attempts but no completions. I also could not understand how to change colors. So my options for knitting seemed limited: dishcloths, scarves, headbands. I really liked all the crochet patterns, and it seemed to be much quicker.
Why was the tenacity for learning to knit not working for crochet?
Maybe it was because I didn't sit still long enough to practice it?????
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