Is it a confession that I first got into yarn through knitting? Not surprising as my Mum, Granny and Grandma had all been knitting busily my whole life. I got “Stitch and Bitch Nation” by Debbie Stoller, got sucked in to some beautiful coloured cotton, subscribed to Simply Knitting and that was it. But however much I loved reading the magazine and bookmarking future projects I didn’t actually do much knitting. And so the cotton, needles and books languished at the back of a drawer.
I’ve heard it said that people often start crocheting for a baby. I hate to be a cliché but this is what happened. I came across a beautiful birds mobile on line when I was pregnant with Coot and when I found it out was crocheted I said “How hard can it be?” and got my hook on. Quite hard at times given that I taught myself, even without Youtube, so the birds are all inside out. She loves it anyway.
I didn’t go back to work after having Coot so needed something to do for me and crochet filled that hole perfectly. As time has gone on the hole that a job filled has got bigger so I feel it’s loss sometimes. However the crochet love has never diminished and is taking over my life, one project at a time.