I think of myself as a creative person, because of my writing and how I can manage to rearrange my bookshelves to make more stuff fit. That so counts! But I don't produce anything that people would look at and say "That is so cool, can you make me one?" So, when my mother decided to pick up a crochet hook again back in January, I picked one up too, uncertain of whether or not I'd actually learn how to use it.
In the months since, I've made a cover for my journal with green and purple yarn. I am working on a huge blanket to go over my bed that if I'm lucky, I might have finished by next winter. In the process of making these things, I realized that crocheting is a lot like writing, for me anyway. It's a little at a time, and though you aren't quite sure what the finished product will look like, the progress you've made so far makes you beam just to look at it, even if other people roll their eyes just a bit.
|My blanket, about a month into working on it.|
|The most recent picture I have of it, but it's gotten bigger since this one was taken.|