Ok so shh… don’t tell my husband but I’m in love. It’s costly and takes up all of my time… but oh… it’s so beautiful how could I not be. I am, of course talking about crochet. Ahh… that little hook and a ball of yarn. The things that it can do!
I got into this in about April or just after and the odd thing is that it was for no real reason. I’ve been asked a lot by friends since then what made me start… and I don’t know. I tell people that its because I’ve always wanted to be able to do something like that, and it looked easier to pick up than knitting. But to be honest, I ran into the yarn shop and bought a hook and yarn for no reason whatsoever other than i just wanted to. I felt like it. It was a whim. But what a whim.
I love it. I do. And yes I’ve started projects that I’ll never finish, and I’ve finished projects that I don’t really like, but I can’t explain the pride I feel when I do finish something. I want to run up to everyone I see shouting “I MADE THAT! ME!” Every time I use something that I’ve made I secretly am desperate for people to ask where I got it just so I can tell them that actually I didn’t buy it, I made it and then look very smug as the compliments come rolling in. This is not the best side of my personality and I know that, but do you know what, I’m fine with that. I love it when people like the stuff I make and even if they don’t I’ll bug J until he tells me he does.
The only problem is the yarn. I was happy with the cheap stuff when I started. I didn’t care as I wasn’t very good, but now I want the best. Not for everything, I’m not stupid. I’m not going to make a baby blanket that’s going to get vomited on out of silk cashmere mix, but I love the feel of expensive wool as it runs between my fingers whilst I crochet. J loves it a bit less… especially the price. And yes, he’s very appreciative of his cashmere, silk and merino wool scarf, but he just wishes that I could walk past a wool shop (specifically Pack Lane Wool) without having to remortgage the house. I figure though that I don’t drink and apart from chocolate I don’t spend a massive amount of money so the odd splurge on wool won’t kill me. Now excuse me, I have to go and hide my latest wool purchase somewhere before he comes home. Honest? No, but it will make the marriage last longer!