It all starts with a trusty set of tools and the drive to make. For me, that meant my trusty Gramma Sue, some blue yarn, a little hook and my stuffed sheep mentioning that he’d like a scarf, please. (With my toy sheep I’d been a yarnie all my life and never knew). At the impressionable age of 8 years old, I was led to believe that crochet was the coolest thing ever.
Luckily for me (and my toy sheep), it was totally true.
Crochet is a unique craft and a special thing. For those who don’t understand the emotional connection to learning a new craft, it’s comparable to your first school friend. You meet when you’re young and impressed by just about everything. You think Crochet is cool and cute, but she teases you and makes you blush when you can’t seem to master an even chain stitch. But then you become buds and you want to see what else your new friend can do.
Oh, the things crochet can do! Some try to compare crochet to knitting (I might in a later post, despite my own advice), but you just can’t do it and retain your sanity in the end. Crochet is so unbelievably fantastic in so many ways (and maybe a little less awesome in some respects, but we won’t go there today) that it’s really in a league of its own. You can make anything with some yarn, a hook and an imagination. The freedom crochet allows is unfathomable. You barely have to worry about dropping stitches or losing progress if your hook becomes unattached. You don’t have to go from one stitch to the next if you don’t want to, aside from potential awkwardness, you could skip 10 stitches if your heart so chose and it wouldn’t be the end of the world, just the beginning of a wondrous yarn paved journey into Awesome Town.
And since you asked, I’ll tell you a little bit about Awesome Town. It’s a magical place, meant to inspire and encourage. When you get there, everyone already knows your name and wants nothing less than for you to be happy with your stay. It’s Crochet’s favorite place and from there, you can move on to visit knitting, sewing, spinning, embroidery, dyeing and so many more things your head could explode trying to think of them all at one time. But since Crochet held your hand on the way to greatness you never forget her and always come back. Remembering the beginning is my way of moving forward. I wouldn’t be where I am now if it weren’t for my Gramma and that first ball of yarn.
So, in honor of my crafty Gramma’s birthday today, I offer you another beginning. The beginning of my crafty chronicles and a little something on how I feel about crochet. The best is yet to come! Happy birthday, Gramma ❤