Dec 04, 2008 23:29
I haven't crocheted since ninth grade. Like back when disco was new. Morgan now owns (and proudly wears) the ONE scarf I ever finished; grape purple (school color, doncha know) and frizzy-fringed.
Got me a Dummies book (no apologies given here; I AM their target audience!) which helpfully includes south-paw illustrations (WHEW.). Found the right-sized hook (buried in the yet to be re-organized Art Room~~~ S.c.a.r.y.). Got some silly green/brown/black/weird camo variegated yarn of the proper weight and even-ness to not mess with my head, fingers, and eyes. Surrendered to using reading glasses. (just.shoot.me.k?)
(one of many lessons learned tonight....do NOT try to begin anew with any of the Very Cool funky yarns found on various sale tables recently.....tootoo pretty to be practical AND oh-so NOT for beginners!!!)
My fingers are a bit raw in new spaces, my shoulders are a bit cramped (omfg...WHO gets sore from f-ing crocheting??!?!?!?!) Gaw.
But I now have a relatively evenly spaced bookmark that I'll likely lose if I bring it camping.