After last week’s workshop I found myself determined to overcome the challenges of crochet. I had started a blue beret, and hooked like a dervish all the way to and from the office on Thursday morning/night. By the time I got home on Thursday night my beret was looking less like a beret and more like a flower:
I couldn’t bring myself to unpick all my work, so decided I would experiment with another wool on another hook. This time I worked by feel, adding or dropping stitches to make the circle lie flat.
Which is how, by about an hour after I should have been in bed, I had a lovely brown beret! Pretty, no?
Which gave me the confidence to unravel my previous efforts and start my blue beret over. I even used the original, ruffly technique to create a sort of flower adornment.
Forgive my lack of make-up, combined with the
fact I’m also wearing my nighty in this shot!
I felt like Queenie in Andrea Levy’s Small Island, unravelling (frogging?) and reworking my wool over again. It’s actually very soothing – the slight reluctance then gentle release of each stitch you tug on… But then, so is crochet. If I had to find something to get me through the blitz I’d definitely choose the relaxing repetition of wool-related creation!