It’s all been lap work and my sewing machine has only been switched on to do some mending… the worst kind of craftiness I could ever imagine!
The Granny Stripe Saga continues. It’s getting quite heavy and apparently it is big enough for a baby cot. All the ends are darned in, so I could stop here, although I would like to keep going when the weather cools down just a little more!
At the end of last year I scored a big bag of the palest, softest German Cotton at my local op shop. Twenty balls for $5. It must have been a bloke doing the pricing that day! I scoured Pinterest and Ravelry for just the right pattern, looking for something that would be great in only one colour. Then a fellow school mum posted a photo of a 12 point ripple blanket she made in multi-colour on a Facebook Craft group and I decided that would be it! You can find the pattern here.
Once you get past the central rose detail, it’s quite easy-going. I tended to look at the photo of the finished products a little to help me along. Poor Rob was listening to me sighing as I pulled out countless stitches and redid them till I was happy with the result. Men must think we are nuts sometimes.. although you wouldn’t find me walking around for four hours carrying a bag, chasing a small white ball now would you??
A few weeks ago, Chiara asked if I could teach her how to crochet. We have been here many times before. In the past it has been all to no avail. But this time, she sat next to me. We had identical wool, hooks and we both made a small granny square. As I hooked I said every stitch aloud. Then after a few rows I got her to say the stitches aloud as she formed them, with me quietly correcting as mistakes were made and then fixed. She’s on a roll now and sets herself little goals each day “Just a row today Mum”, or “I’d like to finish this colour today.”
It’s moments like this, when your teen is sitting on the couch next to you hooking away and enjoying it as much as you do that your heart just swells. There have been times when I thought that she just wouldn’t want to give it a go, because of all the failed attempts to learn in the past, but in the end it was her choice and determination that made her succeed. (And maybe just a little to do with a mama who was prepared to sit there for a few hours as she learned…)
And one last WIP. xx