Made by me!

On Monday we drove to Mandurah to spend the day with homme’s parents before they set off on their winter migration to warmer climes. Miss e spent the afternoon cooking profiteroles with Granny. I asked Granny to show me how to crochet, as I have a bee in my bonnet to make a Granny Rug. She seemed slightly amused and had me start with a chain stitch. Next thing you know, miss e and miss i had joined in and two generations were learning the craft. I promptly moved on asking for the next stitch. I spent some time crocheting rows in double and then was advanced to treble after my tension was approved.

Righto, let’s go to Spotlight so I can choose my wool. Granny was keen so off we went. Eventually I found a Learn to Crochet book and decided to try my hand at a beanie which only took two balls of wool to complete before I committed to the 20 balls needed for a rug.

Back at Granny’s I got started. She explained how to read the pattern as I went along and all went smoothly until I dropped a stitch in the fourth row. Without a qualm Granny pulled off the whole fourth row! Ok, start again. I got to the end and she noticed I had mucked up the pattern by one stitch so off it all came again. I was taken aback! Onwards and upwards I was like a woman possessed. We left for home after dinner and I was frustrated there was not enough light in the car to continue with my new project.

I settled in, in front of the Tour de France (new obsession) and completed the last stitch of the beanie as the winner crossed the line. Crippled fingers I climbed into bed a content girl. Yesterday I figured out how to crochet the double flowers all by myself and now I have myself the cutest beanie! Beats all those dodgy looking never-ending scarves I attempted as a teenager.