I always thought, that crocheting is something what only a very old women do…never paid attention to it.
And of course, there was the awkward hook to be used…
However, as a kid I liked a yarn, I liked a feel of it. To play with strings, bits and pieces, putting them into dolls hair or making a collage gluing it onto a paper or a cardboard.
When I was sick and stuck in bed with flu or cold, I use to take a ball of yarn and played with it (pay attention as I believe these are my roots to crocheting journey…)
Later, when I was a teenager, I tried to knit (I found it as a very slow process to make something bigger than a barbie doll jumper …ehh) and crochet. I had a book with very flimsy pictures but after a very long process I created a crocheted flower.
I got very excited, but I did not know what to do with the flower. Then an idea sparked, that I could crochet hundreds and thousands of them, connect and have a …..vest 🙂
Well, I did 5 of them and I was finished. Never made it to anything bigger than 3 connected flowers and as a totally exhausted teenager, moved on.
In my young twenties, I picked up the yarn again and tried the knotting in a pretty way (it is called macramé). Again, it never made it to a bigger project, but led me back to a yarn and its beauty.
When I was pregnant with my first, I started to knit again, just to pass the time. Also, I tried loom knitting and finger knitting. All these techniques were great, BUT, just too slow for me to make anything out of it.
Then, I picked up the hook again and then my REAL crocheting journey has started. So far I did not put it down … (yes of course I do not sleep with it :)…