Mistakes happen, all the time. Sometimes I wonder if I am the only one who makes goofy lou-lous and then I talk to my dog and she assures me, humans make mistakes. Dog? Never make mistakes, just humans. snort
In this world of social media we conveniently “forget” to share the OOPS, the mistakes, the Mulligan pictures. I sort of wish more people would share the goof ups. I think it would make me feel more normal.
Currently, I am thick into “learning to crochet”. I am figuring out a new stitch or process every couple of days.
In the olden days, If I was stuck or confused or made a mistake, I would walk down the street to my grandma’s house or aunt’s house or a kind elderly neighbor. As if by magic, every person over 50 knew how to do some type of handicraft.
Once, when I was in college, I was taking an evening class and there was a 50 something gal in the class. One night, I waited until after class was over and shyly asked her if she could help me. Oh no, not about the class study, no, I’ve got that. I needed help and I thought maybe she could teach me how to make an embroidered French knot? (My heart was racing and dramatic music was drumming in my ears.)
I had my supplies with me, needle threaded and ready to go. She didn’t make a big deal out of it. Just said, sure, dropped her purse and book bag and got right to it. I will show you a couple of times, until you understand. It took less than 3 minutes. I still make the French knots the same way. I can still hear her kind, non-judgmental voice. I can sort of still hear the “relief” in her voice. The sound of…French Knots? Oh, that’s easy peasy. This college learning stuff is way more difficult. French Knots, I’ve got this”.
I am well over the 50 mark and not many of my acquaintances or friends do much handwork. Sure there is a Master Knitter here and an amazing quilter there…….just……
I am sort of tempted to go to an Assisted Living place and ask if anyone over 70 could help me with a crocheted Shell stitch!
Today, I can’t find anyone who stitches in my neighborhood or circle. I’ve turned to YouTube videos to help teach me. If I can’t understand their teaching methods, I move on to someone else.
I learned the “puff” stitch. Easy, very showy
I learned the reverse single crochet stitch. Twisty, A bit tricky, worth reviewing the video 17 times.
Changing yarn colors was/is a bit different,yet somehow, I am pushing forward.
Then came the shell stitch. WHOMP, WHOMP, WAAAAAAA
Today, I am unwinding the entire thing. Finding a new video to watch over and over. The elusive shell stitch. I want it and I want it bad.
How hard can this be? Apparently, for me, pretty dang hard.
With each round I crochet, it gets a bit more “off” a bit more wonky. Sigh. This isn’t calm and relaxing. This is frustrating and I can feel my blood pressure rising. Yet, I refuse to cuss! I won’t.
I put it down yesterday. I baked instead. Baking I can do.
The prettiest, pale pink, soft yarn. I paid extra because I just loved the feel.
Seriously, at this rate, if I keep going, some baby’s head will have to be the size of an oval shaped 15 pound watermelon. Let’s face facts, that won’t be good for anyone.
In this together, friends.
PS. I made a really fancy sign…...
Will trade a beautiful loaf of homemade baked bread ….. for the shell stitch crochet lesson.