This little tunic-sweater-jacket piece turned out pretty well despite my “big plans” failing more than once. My final intention was for it to be a little trench coat with a belt and such, but I didn’t have time to make the sleeves long. Thus, puffy sleeve tunic-sweater-jacket is what I ended up with. I don’t remember what the other fails were – I’m sure I will later when it’s no longer relevant. Just trust me when I say there were. Honest.
My best friend’s daughter just turned two, and her birthday party was on Saturday. Now, this little girl has such a huge family and so much love in her life, she quite literally has everything she could ever ask for – except maybe a pony. Given that a good chunk of the family would be coming to the party, and her name was the same as a popular new Disney princess, I figured it would be super tough to get her something along those lines that wouldn’t either be duplicated or already owned.
Lucky for me, I had this super power in my back pocket: hooking! Yeah, I know it sounds dirty. I did that on purpose because I can be just as immature as the best of them. Sue me.
I taught myself how to crochet right after my youngest daughter was born. I was in full domestic mode, and only had one hand available most of the time to use to get anything done. My dearest Pinterest kept showing me all of these adorable knitted outfit ideas that I knew were impossible for me to make (for the record, I’ve tried picking up the needles several times since and still can’t get it), and then eventually, I noticed that there was another yarn craft that was only one stick thing instead of two. The spark of inspiration came to me, and I haven’t turned back since. I really don’t know why one hook works for me so well. My hands quite literally protest any form of knit-stickism. Can’t win ’em all, right?
In the first few weeks, I spent hours on end with a sleeping baby in one arm trying to teach myself to crochet. I think the kinks in my neck are still there, actually.
My husband would go to school every so often with a necklace of random pieces I’d made while practicing all connected together just to be funny and supportive. We joked that it was my “thneed“, borrowing from Dr. Suess’ The Lorax and the Onceler’s main weird-looking product.
Even though it took hours of pain, frustration, and practice, eventually I was able to consistently crochet perfect squares and small blankets before moving on to bigger projects like a safari set complete with a playmat and plush play pieces, including a car.
annoying amusing part of having been able to do all those projects is that I don’t really have anything to show for it. I’ve primarily used my crochet skills to make gifts for others, and I also generally forget to take photos before the item is gone. Womp womp.
I keep wanting to make all this house stuff with the million+ crochet patterns I have in my collections (both physical and digital), but crochet has the unfortunate reality of taking forever. And I’m pretty fast these days. I mostly keep something on hand for when I need to watch a movie or TV show to review or something similarly visual-oriented. I gotta keep my multitasking within reason, you know. If I find anything super quick, I’ll be sure to say something!
And that’s my share!
P.S. In case you were wondering, I figured out how to get my camera phone to focus better so the pics aren’t so crummy. I just need to get my ring light working again (or order another one – it doesn’t like being dunked in soda apparently) so the lighting is always on my side (no Star Wars jokes, please).