I am always fascinated to watch Mary crocheting. She has taken to this craft in a big way recently, and produces wonderful, colourful pieces – blankets for grandchildren, a custom made cover for the bench seat of our motorhome, scarves, shawls, lovely little flowers which she wears on her body warmers, to mention but a few. It is also a craft which she feels comfortable doing on long car journeys.
I have also learned to look a little embarrassed when I go to the wool shop for a 5 millimetre crochet hook, or a ball of a particular yarn. “I have been sent for this….I stutter to the shop assistant,” who smiles back, knowingly and indulgently, producing the required object.
I have also been exposed to video blogs (vlogs) of crocheting experts, and learned that any self respecting crocheter is required to store up a stash of yarns.
But I have never been tempted to take up a hook myself. Not so Maisie, our Granddaughter. She loves to crochet along with Granny, even if her technique is a little idiosyncratic. We were looking after her yesterday afternoon and she acquired two crochet hooks and some yarn. Just look at the concentration on her face. I wish I could have moved her away from the bright sunshine pouring in behind her from the window, to get a better picture, but you have to seize the moment. These moments don’t last, and all I had was my phone. But I love the resulting picture of the little crocheter.
By the way, not only did she acquire hooks and yarn, she is now in possession of Mary’s favourite crochet flower brooch. She will have to make another one now for herself. That shouldn’t be a problem, she has plenty yarn in her stash.