Thwarted
Clearly I am not yet meant to embark on my first proper crocheting project.
Sunday: Found a nice pattern for a shawl for my mum. Being in a tropical country, knitting and crocheting is not really the thing to do out there, but she could wear the thing when she goes out to dinner in air-conditioned places, and most mosques now are air-conditioned. I checked what I had bought in the wardrobe and found a lovely bit of yarn.
I thought, Crikey, that'd look good on her if she wore it with her trademark white linen shirts and jeans.
Then I read the pattern again. The yarn weight was different. Bugger. So I found this one.
Not as bright, but very warm and elegant. Should still suit her.
Figuring again, I found that the pattern gave no gauge. So I had no idea exactly how it will look - too big? Too long? Too... holey? It might not be such a problem to a more experienced crocheter, but me? I kinda would like to know.
Thinking then, hey, I could take the pattern and the yarn with me to the yarn shop and ask there. They should be able to help.
Monday: The damned yarn shop was closed. So I had a packed bag and nowhere to go. Also, was beginning to feel unwell. The temp we had for two days last week had a fantastic cold, and Nick had been flu-ey, so I was clearly doomed since last week.
Tuesday: The sheep in my head that was causing the wooliness within had apparently planted explosives in my head. I could not breathe, think, see or smell. (Seeing might have to do with it being 6 am and me without my glasses). So I had to call in sick. And once again could not go to the yarn shop - which was definitely open on Tuesdays - because I am at home, miserable.
But meanwhile....
Check out that action. From the bottom it's double crochet, then half-treble, then treble, and finally right at the top, one row of double-treble.
Real tall bastards, aren't they, those double-trebles?
But clearly, I am not ready still for my first real project. I have been thwarted. I will consult the yarn shop on Saturday after my writing class.
Also, I am clearly turning into a crazy yarn lady.
Sunday: Found a nice pattern for a shawl for my mum. Being in a tropical country, knitting and crocheting is not really the thing to do out there, but she could wear the thing when she goes out to dinner in air-conditioned places, and most mosques now are air-conditioned. I checked what I had bought in the wardrobe and found a lovely bit of yarn.
I thought, Crikey, that'd look good on her if she wore it with her trademark white linen shirts and jeans.
Then I read the pattern again. The yarn weight was different. Bugger. So I found this one.
Not as bright, but very warm and elegant. Should still suit her.
Figuring again, I found that the pattern gave no gauge. So I had no idea exactly how it will look - too big? Too long? Too... holey? It might not be such a problem to a more experienced crocheter, but me? I kinda would like to know.
Thinking then, hey, I could take the pattern and the yarn with me to the yarn shop and ask there. They should be able to help.
Monday: The damned yarn shop was closed. So I had a packed bag and nowhere to go. Also, was beginning to feel unwell. The temp we had for two days last week had a fantastic cold, and Nick had been flu-ey, so I was clearly doomed since last week.
Tuesday: The sheep in my head that was causing the wooliness within had apparently planted explosives in my head. I could not breathe, think, see or smell. (Seeing might have to do with it being 6 am and me without my glasses). So I had to call in sick. And once again could not go to the yarn shop - which was definitely open on Tuesdays - because I am at home, miserable.
But meanwhile....
Check out that action. From the bottom it's double crochet, then half-treble, then treble, and finally right at the top, one row of double-treble.
Real tall bastards, aren't they, those double-trebles?
But clearly, I am not ready still for my first real project. I have been thwarted. I will consult the yarn shop on Saturday after my writing class.
Also, I am clearly turning into a crazy yarn lady.