I won a free class at Craftsy though a giveaway. I thought it would be laughable if I won because I am not a crafty lady. When Jo gave me the good news, I weighed the pros and cons of the classes, settling on either knitting or crocheting. At Twitter, I asked which yarn art is superior. People definitely have their favorite and they are passionate about their reasons. Do Knitters rumble with Crocheters in front of the fireplace at Panera? Probably.
Crocheting won out simply because there is only one stick involved instead of two. Hook > Needles. Have you ever caught a fish with a needle? No. Have you ever seen a pirate with a needle jutting from his crocodile-ravaged arm? Have you ever yanked a shoddy vaudevillian off staged with a needle? Hooks FTW.
Still, it took me awhile to start taking the beginner’s crochet lab. We were sick, then it was Christmas. When things calmed, I found myself wandering the yarn aisle at Hobby Lobby one Saturday night, alone. Yellow jumped out at me, aligning with my word of the year, HAPPY.
My hands actually shook as I picked up different 5mm/H sized hooks because I didn’t want to screw anything up. I got two, just to be safe.
I let my new crochet supplies mellow in the plastic store bag for a day or two before sitting in front of my computer and loading my first real lesson. My stitches were tight and I could barely pull the yarn through the loop. Eventually, I figured out how to loosen up my iron grip on the needle and yarn and let it flow. From making my first messy basic chain to single crochet to double, I learned enough in one week (at naptimes and in the evening) to fashion a crude scarf. I’m crazy-proud of it, though, because it represents stepping out of my comfort zone and actively learning something new.
I have so much more to learn and big plans for future projects, but I’m off to a good start.