A little over a year ago, I decided that I was going to learn how to crochet. I’d thought about it for a while, I have big dreams of being crafty, not I just never made the move. Finally, I came across a book called Stitch ‘N Bitch Crochet: The Happy Hooker (not to be confused with The Happy Hooker: My Own Story, which IS about a happy hooker). The directions seemed simple and the patterns seemed hip, so I bought the book and gave it a try. It took a while, and many “How to Crochet” searches on YouTube, but I finally figured out the basics and went to work on the hobby that would provide me if every gift I’d ever give again. I even made a couple cute little things (mostly scarves).
I’m not really sure why I stopped. Maybe the novelty wore off. Maybe I was frustrated that I’d plateaued. Maybe the Georgia summers are just too hot to be sitting around handling yarn. For whatever reason, I sort of just dropped off. Being on overnights, I thought that I’d pick it up again. I’ve been walking around for the last 2 months with a ball of yarn and a crochet hook in my bag. But still, I just haven’t gotten around to it.
Yesterday I was going through some pictures and I found this picture of Amelia visiting Father Christmas (I don’t think they actually call him Santa Claus) at the Atlanta Botanical Garden last year. Cool hat, right? I remember being SO proud of that hat. If I’d been crocheting all summer, I could have been honing my craft and making Amelia an even better hat for this year. Bah!
So, I’m going to start crocheting again. I mean it. I’m reaching into my bag right now. And now that it’s in writing, I HAVE to do it….right?