My neighbour came round the other day. She's in her seventies, a right sprightly old gal with a heart of gold and a healthy addiction to the WI and knitting, I think she's great. We were talking about crochet and her general disbelief that someone so young (me? ha!) is addicted to crocheting. She thinks I should come and do classes for her with the WI because all her mates would love to learn. Imagine that, a crochet instructor, I'm warming to the idea.
But then I start trying out new stitches and techniques, like Tunisian crochet, and my bubble (head) bursts and I come spinning back to earth, a bit deflated, this Tunisian stitchy bitchery is hard. It's one of those crochet techniques that takes practice, patience and really good instructions. The Purl Bee instructions are incredible, their images are awesome and they make it easy to follow and understand, even a toddler addled/sleep deprived brain can do it.
In my hunt for all things Tunisian I discovered that it can cause hooker rifts! Is it knitting? Is it crochet? What the fuck? I don't actually care, it looks pretty and that's enough for me.
And I found this coat. I love this coat.
And this coat, I love this coat too.
I'm not sure if it's going to be my next big love, I don't think I have the patience for it, but it's sure worth a little try. Just a little try, perhaps.