For the past month or so, I’ve been juggling freelance, slacking off, and a large crochet project. Since the cat is out of the bag (i.e. the gift has been given to its new owners) I can post about my crochet madness. I made a large afghan for my friends who are getting married in September.
Mom helped me pick out a pattern that is relatively simple for my beginner skills. And let’s face it, I don’t have much patience for reading patterns; not to mention all that counting!!! I’m not sure why I don’t like reading directions. It’s not so much that I don’t read them; I skim. And take off running because I’d much rather be doing something than sitting there reading the Greek that is a crochet pattern. As it was, I think I tore out the first row about 4 times until I had the precise number of stitches. UGH. Anyway, the pattern was easy enough to learn once and and not have to look at again, until the end.
I might not want to mention this, because my friend might be reading, but I’m going to anyway. So I stitched away and at some point in the middle, I realized I had screwed up the pattern some 20 rows back: there were supposed to be 8 stitches between sections, and somehow I was only 7 on one section and then 9 on another!!! I had gotten too confident, brainlessly cranking along on auto-pilot that I had stopped counting along the way. Luckily, it wasn’t too noticeable, or I would have pulled it out. I fixed the problem going forward, and didn’t make another mistake for the rest of the project! As my grandmother always said, the little mistakes make it special and home-made.
At least my mistakes didn’t ruin the piece. Also, I finished it on-time for the shower and my friend really loves it!! Hurray! Now, on to the next project: Macrame!
