The Devil Holds a Crochet Hook
Allison's hat is done with the exception of weaving in about 30,000 ends and...the crocheting. The hat calls for a sweet crocheted edge and two big flower embellishments (like I know how to do this). Thankfully FCEK has a wonderful crocheting-for-dummies section in this month's issue that I'll keep close at hand.
I believe there are two types of people--knitters and crocheters. One can either knit or crochet, rarely does one exel at both (except for the uber-gifted fiber savants, you know who you are). In my case, it's genetic. My mother's grandmother told her, "You hold a crochet hook like you're digging for potatoes." She can crochet a little, me, I chain stitch.
Here's the deal: Crocheting is, well, uh...too Barbie-head-on-a tolietroll. See what I mean?
Makes it hard to work up enough of a froth to conquer those mental blocks.
That said, I love my purple crocheted afghan made by a family friend, a fiendishly productive Florida grandma. And, you can whip up some darling hipster purses and hats in no time. Crocheting needs an image overhaul, and here I am perpetuating the doily myths. Better tuck away my inner bitch.
Here's the bottomline: I can't do it and it pisses me off!
So wish me luck. I'm digging for some serious tubers this weekend.
9:48:26 AM 
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