My Grandma Vickie taught me how to crochet when I was seven. Just the basic stitches--it's hard to teach a seven year old much more without losing her attention. I got into it for awhile, then forgot about it. When my Grandma Penny bought me a "learn to crochet" book for Christmas when I was about twelve, I relearned and started again. Soon, however, the novelty wore off, since I didn't have the patience to learn how to do the harder patterns in the book.
Nearly a decade later, I started up again. When I was in Monterey without Nik I had a lot of time on my hands. I spent most of it on homework, playing video games, taking walks in the mists of Monterey, eating Chinese food (or, when I wasn't in the mood for that, making something cheap at home) while watching movies and playing on facebook. However, this routine became slightly boring, as one can only imagine after weeks of it. So, I remembered my old hobby, and also remembered all the yarn that my mom bought me for an afghan sitting in my craft/game room. I took up the book I had bought in college (during that time I also had a brief crochet spurt, and bought a new beginner's book), and started in on the afghan. It took me months to do. I watched every episode of the original Star Trek series while doing it, and still had a third of the afghan to go.
The activity kept me from going insane. After the fiasco that led to my leaving, in an effort to try and keep myself together/put myself back together, I continued work on the afghan. I wasn't going to let it go unfinished because of where I started it. I did get it finished, and it now sits in my family's cabin up at Bear Lake. I don't have any pictures of it, but if I remember and you guys want to see it, I'll take a picture this summer and put it up for you all.
While in Monterey, I had bought yarn for several new projects. I finished a baby blanket, a couple of burp cloths, and a play rug for my mom to take home with her (she and my Grandma Alice came out to visit) while I was in Monterey, but I had a couple more projects sitting in boxes that I hadn't begun. I decided to start one of these projects right before I came to Provo. I finished it today.
Don't mind the printer and backpack in the background. I didn't have a ton of room to properly showcase my work.
This afghan didn't take me near as long to make. I've become a more seasoned crocheter. The pictures don't really due the beauty of the afghan justice. If you're ever over to my house, you want to see it, and I have it with me, then you can truly admire how much work it takes to make something like this look good. Since I'm already bragging, I guess I'll end with saying how proud I am that I actually finished this. Lately I haven't been so great at finishing things I start, so I this is a big deal for me.
