I told sweet Grace I would send a wash/dish cloth for her sweet daughter's shower and I have been slow in making good on my promise. So, I thought I would get started this weekend and maybe knock off two cloths. Problem--I fell in love with the Nubbie Scrubbies pattern and it is crocheted. I. Don't. Crochet!
I thought, "How hard can it be" and gathered a crochet hook (from Wal Mart) and some peach colored Peaches and Cream, and started. I followed all the directions and ended up with a hot mess. It is so bad I could not possibly send it to Grace. I had two options, to start over or to knit a cloth. I decided I could not let this little wash cloth beat me. I can crochet!! Yes I can!!
The second time through I used some of my favorite Blue Sky organic cotton in a squash color and I crocheted as if I was knitting--counting stitches, frequently checking the pattern, and stopping every row to make sure nothing was wonky. It worked and I am so proud of myself I just might crochet again, in ten or twenty years. I suppose I could develop a fondness for crochet but there is the fact that it makes my hands hurt. The only other time I did it around twenty years ago, I was much younger and it made my hands hurt. I knew then that it would never be favored over knitting--that it would probably never be tried again.
Our son and daughter-in-law were visiting from Chicago this week and our sweet DIL, who is always honest and direct, asked, "Mom, what are you doing? That's not knitting is it?" I told her I was crocheting a dish cloth. She said, "It looks like it's hard." I told her, "No, it's just me. I'm making it harder than it is." AND SHE SAID, "Well, I think you should stick to knitting!" Smart young woman!!
Life is good.