I know I have been quiet. It is so hot here you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Well you could if we had sidewalks. I have been hiding my head in the sand(translated– staying inside or in the shade) but I have been keeping busy.
yea- that a crochet hook all right.
I have nothing against crochet — far from it I wish I could crochet.
Sure I know the basic stitches. But I can’t read a pattern to save my life.
My finger feel like fat sausages trying to manuvere the hook in just the right way.
Should I go over or under?
Oops here comes the corner ……..I will forget to add extra stitches as I turn until I am halfway to the next corner.
Some day I must conquer the fear of the hook – because there are so many lovely things I could make. But for now I must be satisfied with plodding along and clumsily adding a finish to this shell.
And don’t tell me about the tortoise and the hare fable and how slow and steady wins the race. Because I have seen crocheters and they are speed demons with their hooks and will mow down anyone in their sights.