Half Granny Shawl: I am surprised by how much I enjoy this and how easy it is to work on. It’s growing by the day.
Rumplestiltskin yarn: My singles are spun, and I’m 1/3-1/2 done with plying. The main hurdle is stringing 63,871,688 beads. It’s so pretty, though, that it’s worth it. Pattern suggestions for when it’s done? I’m thinking a shawl.
My friends, brace yourselves. I have been dabbling with the dark art…of CROCHET! I don’t know what came over me. I was at the store to buy a respectable knitting needle. I had wandered over to the book section to see if there was anything about spinning, when this MONSTER leaped out at me and threatened to kill me if I didn’t take it home.
I like living, so I agreed. Once home I figured the book was at least worth looking at. This was a mistake. I was sucked into the vortex, and before I knew what I was doing I was winding yarn.
I have been saving this gorgeous Araucania Nuble yarn for a shawl, so I retained my senses just enough to start one. It will be a basic half granny shawl. I hope.
Is there a way out of the vortex? Maybe I should follow the yarn…
I know, I know. I already knit. And tat. And sew. And do beads. And jewelry. The list goes on. I don’t need to add another craft. But I think I just did.
It’s the oddest thing. My mom tried to teach me to crochet when I was little, but it didn’t really take. I could crochet to save my life, but that was about the only thing that could induce me into it. For years I continued like this. And then recently I had this slight urge to learn to crochet. So I got a book from the library and asked a coworker to teach me. Although, it seems more like she refreshed my memory. After some basic explanation I took to it pretty quickly.
It is strangely like deja vu as I watch my hands create the same motions I watched my mother create when I was a child. Maybe at that time I just wasn’t ready to crochet. Maybe now I am.
A blog is, by definition, all about one person. My blog is about me, your blog is about you, someone else’s blog is about him. That’s the way it is because we all see the world from our own perspective. That’s what makes me different from you and you different from the random guy at the coffee shop. But it can be very easy to focus a blog so wholly on one’s self that it becomes boring and pedantic. Here on Dramatic Lyric I tell you about my life, my stories, my projects, my joys and loves and hates. And it can become so easy to forget other people. Well, today I have something to show you that I had no hand in at all.
Behold: Adorable Cupcake Hats! Created by my mother.
Aren’t they just the bestest??? I love them so much. My wonderful mother, when I told her I had opened an Etsy shop, immediately offered her assistance crocheting hats. Of course I said yes. She does absolutely beautiful work. She is the one who taught me most of what I know about crafting. She taught me how to follow a pattern, and where you don’t have to. She taught me to take pride in what I make – and that means making sure the details are immaculate. I love my mother. She is the bomb!
On a side note, Cupcake Hats are available for purchase here.