In early July, I came across this tutorial on how to make a knotted headband. It looked so easy, doable even. I had tried (and failed at) crochet before so I knew I could (at the very least) make a long chain and use a hot glue gun. We live nowhere near a craft store and we don't drive so actually getting the materials was going to be tricky but when we went on vacation to Lerwick, Shetland, I knew I'd be able to get some good yarn there. Of course, that's just what I did. I bought some lovely black wool with silver sparkles and set to work making chains. It felt so....crafty. I was actually MAKING something for the first time since I'd moved to England (unless you count making a baby...yeah...probably doesn't count). Here is the finished product:
Pretty cute, huh? Well, I felt silly for being so proud of myself because all I had done was make a chain. How hard is that? So I looked up some basic crochet tutorials on YouTube and set to work learning how to really crochet. These are some of my early creations:
All of this while I was still on vacation. I'm pretty sure my mother-in-law (and husband, for that matter) thought I was a bit nuts for spending so much time crocheting, but the seed had been planted. I couldn't stop. Of course, making little flowers and granny squares can be very fun but I needed something more. Something bigger. So I found this hat tutorial on ThreadBanger. Maybe it was too much too soon because this is the sad hat I made (while on a ferry in the North Sea):
Mushroom? UFO? Who knows!
Poor sad hat. I should really frog the whole thing and reuse the yarn...perhaps I could make another hat. A hat that I would actually wear!
Since making the sad hat I've actually completed some things I like (more on those later). The problem with finding a new hobby is that I want to do EVERYTHING...right NOW!! It's hard to step back and thoughtfully choose one project to work on and finish before moving on to the next one. I think I need to make a list...and I need a fairy yarnmother to shower with me gorgeous skeins of lovely yarn.
And that's it. My very (VERY) short crochet history.
UPDATE: I took photos of the sad hat while my son was napping but left it on the coffee table when I was finished. Well...apparently the sad hat has a fan. Once he got up, my two year old discovered the sad hat, shouted, "HAT!" and then ran around wearing it for quite awhile. Maybe I won't frog it after all.