But … hmmm … I didn’t crochet! In fact, every time I picked up a hook and tried, my brain froze. There’s something intimidating about crocheting. The quick wrist action, the use of that one hook. Oh, and did I mention that my mother is faster than fast when she’s crocheting?
I sat myself down, poured over patterns and instructions, chained, frogged, chained again and after an obsessive weekend of determination, I can now say I crochet! My 80 flowers are finished, and I will spend this week turning them into squares. I’m almost half-way done and think they look great. In the midst of these off-and-on rainy, gray northeastern days, these blooming “flowers” are brightening my spring!
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