I love crocheting. I just wish I was better at it. One day, I would love to learn more stitches and maybe complete some more intricate pieces instead of crocheting scarves and crooked baby blankets. My friend, who taught me the basics of crocheting, also showed me another stitch (a double stitch, I think), but for the life of me, I don’t remember how to do it. I love crocheting, and I don’t think I would get rid of all my yarn. Several unfinished projects are tucked away in my hobby room, but I love that I can return to any of them at any given time.
A few years ago, mother-in-law was going through her mother’s house after she passed away and found a big box of yarn. My mother-in-law couldn’t bring herself to throw out the yarn. Charlie wasn’t sure whether his grandmother knitted (two needles needed) or crocheted (one hook) — he can’t remember. Anyway, the box of yarn was the perfect Christmas gift for me when I added yarn to my holiday list. I love that Charlie’s grandmother’s yarn is part of his family, and I get to work with the yarn. I’m pretty excited.
I am really glad to have the “can do” attitude when it came to crocheting. I would like to learn more eventually, but for now, I am happy with crocheting crooked baby blankets and scarves. Not to mention, I need to find someone who would be able to teach me more techniques. And for the record, I attempted to knit — twice. The first attempt wasn’t very successful, and I didn’t get the rhythm of using two needles — loop, loop, pull, etc. (something like that). Knitting frustrated me. The second time around was a bit more successful.
The owner of a local craft store taught my friend and I the basics of knitting for a newspaper article. For some reason, the owner knew I would pick up the craft easily. She was sort of right. I had a billion questions for her and I sat at the edge of seat — all tense — wanting to learn how to knit. The owner said I was doing everything correctly, I just needed to sit back and relax. Maybe if I spent more time knitting, I would’ve gotten lost in the rhythm and learned to love the craft. I get lost when my crocheting — the good kind of lost — and I’m at ease. Crocheting makes me happy.
Way back in the day, another friend of mine showed me one of her scrapbooks. As I flipped through her creative book, I thought, “I can do that!” And now, I’m a scrapbooker. I have a ton of scrapbooks — filled and empty. When a craft store runs a fabulous deal on scrapbooks, I have a tendency to pick up a few here and there. Not to mention, I would like to scrapbook the recent houseboat trip pretty soon — I just need to print the photos and find the right supplies I have in mind.
In the beginning, I scrapbooked using regular-size paper (8.5 x 11) — the pretty paper not just plain white paper — and stuck all the pages in protective plastic sleeves and binders. When I dig out those old scrapbooks and flip through them, I smile not because of the memories but because of beginner style of scrapbooking. Some pages are just plain hideous, and I have NO idea what I was thinking when I was piecing everything together. Sometimes, I think I should redo those books and make the pages better. Use 12 x 12 paper. Use a proper scrapbook. But the time-consuming process always stops me. Do I have the time to do that? So I even WANT to take on that project?
Also, do I really want to ruin my beginning stages of scrapbooking? Even if some of the pages are hideous, the scrapbooks mark my progression from beginner to awesome. Like an idiot, I thought I was completely finished with scrapbooking and donated the rest of my supplies. The craft can be very, very expensive — pretty paper, special scissors, fancy hole punches, embellishments, etc. I scrapbook in phases — work on a few scrapbooks for a few months and then put everything away for another day. A couple of months later, I drag out everything I need and work on a few more scrapbooks. After not scrapbooking for a very long time, I thought I was done. Complete. Finished. So, I donated the rest of my supplies. Yes, I understand I make quite stupid decisions sometimes. However, shopping for supplies is always fun. 🙂
When I started this post about that dumb “can do” attitude, I didn’t think the post would be super long. But then again, I do say, “I can do that” a lot to many, many crafts. Is this a good attitude to have? I can do that. Does that show ambition and determination? Or am I just dumb and easily persuaded? All I know is my checkbook takes the brunt of that attitude, and my free time is a very close second.
In my third — and, hopefully, final — post about the “can do” attitude, I will explore the world of sewing. Why do I think I can make fancy pillowcases or pillows? Why do I have an urge to make a dress? Why do I want to make cute little blankets? Also, I will explore the project that frustrates me the most: making paper fortune cookies. Great idea. Why can’t I succeed with this little project?