When I learned how to knit, I frustrated VERY easily. But then I finally "got" it. Sure, I made mistakes along the way ... a lot of them. Shoot, I STILL make mistakes that make me scratch my head and wonder how.
But I picked it up, and I loved it.
I decided that I would tackle crocheting. I decided that knitting didn't tackle me, so I could certainly learn how to crochet. I have friends who can do both, and do both wonderfully. Why couldn't I be one of them?
So I bought the same book that I bought for knitting, except well ... you know ... for crocheting. And I looked at it. And I tried.
And I gave up. I couldn't wrap my head around the concept. I could crochet a chain, but that was the extent of my knowledge-base.
Then our senior center was offering a "learn to crochet" class. I was the only person under 50 in there, but by golly, I was going to LEARN from the masters.
Until the master showed up with her dishcloth books and cotton yarn, and said "if you need any help, let me know."
Well really? Isn't the point of this class to TEACH me how to crochet? If I wanted to learn with a dishcloth book and some Sugar and Cream yarn, I would have stayed home because I have those there.
Then the master started to get flustered because apparently, I was not the only one who showed up to learn something. So she called in her friend, the one who knows more on how to instruct people. But she was no help, either.
Flustered and mad that I had spent 2 hours in this place, I got up and muttered something about teaching myself at home, and I left.
And I taught myself. That day. I told myself I would not be defeated by a stupid piece of metal and yarn. I had already mastered the yarn part. It was that darn hook. And knowing where to insert it. And knowing what to do with it once it was inserted, and then what to do with it once it had yarn wrapped around it.
And now I crochet. I don't crochet as well as I knit. But I am pretty proud of my crochet skills. They are utilitarian, but I can understand what I need to do now.
And I recommend to any knitter out there who hasn't learned how to do it, and who are getting burned out with knitting, to give it a whirl. It really is therapeutic.... once you get past the frustrating part.
And here is that crochet project I worked on ... isn't she cute?
