So, I am crocheting a baby blanket. Finally, after three weeks I have a perfect row. : } I've only pulled this thing apart about five times, not always all the way out. I pulled it out down to the row where the pattern changes and now after all this try-try-again endeavor, this row looks and counts up perfect. I would not admit to any of this error except that there seems to be a lesson here involving the act of going back and fixing your mistakes and...repenting, as it were. So, I have studied and tried again and pulled it out and started over several times. Now that row looks like it's perfect. So it was worth it. I have learned a new stitch. The work looks much better. The blanket is perfect so far and I'm quite sure it will go quite well from now on. It was worth the struggle. I'm still working on the other things. I have a tough time with the edges. I don't know how I managed it, but after awhile, I had it straight through the middle but the border was angling off into the sky, or somewhere. That's when I pulled it completely apart.
I don't know why I have the courage to admit to all this. I KNOW that anyone can crochet with no problem at all and all of theirs/yours is perfect. But I thought the analogy to repentence was kind of cool after all.
5 years ago
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I like it. And I think your row is gorgeous.
YOU'RE SWEET, THANKS FOR LEAVING A NOTE. IT MAKES MY DAY.
Hi! I love your analogy. One of the things I've always loved about knitting and crocheting is that it is so forgiving. If you make a mistake, just pull it out and do it again. Not like sewing, where you can cut wrong and ruin everything. Yarn is never ruined because it can be used again. I also like your photo with your borrowed baby. It's nice to see the "real" you. Does crocheting make your hands hurt? A few years ago I decided to make afghans for all the married kids. It took me all year, and they were the simplest, no intricate pattern for me. It made my hands ache. There is something wonderful about a yarn project this time of the year. Maybe because the days are getting cooler. I am having a little struggle with myself right now, which I will admit to you. It will pass, I hope. That's another good thing about a project--it isn't emotional, and the routine is steadying and calming. My routine of choice right now is genealogy because when I do it, I forget everything around me. Is it the weather? The economy? My mother? My sister-in-law? My totally random daughter, Karen (the wonderful one)? Is it all of the above? Perhaps! Sigh. . .I hope you have a good week! I'm going to try to do the same.
It's good to admit your mistakes- let's the rest of us know we don't have to be perfect!
Judie, I don't doubt you could be feeling less than wonderful. There are so many possible reasons not to. You appear to have taken on awesome responsibilities in the caregiving department. It's difficult to do. The nineties were like that for me. I lost a sister in 94, my dad in 95, and my mother in 96. I would go to Mama's house daily to get her up. Daddy was always winding up on the floor, unable to get himself up. What a time we had. It's more taxing than you realize. In 97 we bought my parents house, and started a new life. At the same time, our ward was dissolved. My husband was in the bishopric. I was RS president and our two children made up the young women and men of the the ward. So, no one wanted to bother with such an ineffectual little ward. But it was the BEST ward ever! We all loved it.
The economy of the nation is certainly threatening. I feel like we are already poor and starving even though nothing has actually changed. There's just a dread, a fear, and you and I know we are already on the battleground of life. But I saw my parents deal with hard times and so at least, I have something in my databank of thinking that lets me know we'll make it through and be okay.
Last night, (I shouldn't admit to this deficiency,) I pulled that blanket all apart again. I don't know what goes wrong with it. Probably I only THINK I know how to crochet. The stitches aren't hard to do. It was looking good, but then it just goes wacky. It made me feel quit depressed actually....angry. Yes, it makes my hands ache to crochet, also to play the piano if I stretch them very much. I think it's muscle ache, mostly. It's easy to spend and hour or more on it and that's really a long time to keep moving your hands in the same fashion. But you'd think with all the blogging time I spend typing here, my hands would be in top shape...haha.
Well, I haven't started the day out very cheerfully, have I.? I should change the music on the playlist. I always start with k d lang, that's kind of introspective and serious. I can't resist her poetry.
If you would ever like to e-mail me I would be honored. My address is obnoxiously long, sorry. I was in a genealogy mode, which is obvious, and thought "who's going to ever use it?" Now I'm stuck with it.
Ready for this??
RosalieDeClareBaronessDeArundel@msn.com. Arundel sounds like such a pretty place. The rest was an attempt to better my self-concept. I tell my family, you only have to type it in once.
Hope I haven't bored you to tears, and I hope you have a beautiful, autumn day. Type you later. Maybe I'll go battle with that blanket again, make up my own pattern or something. Dang! I really want this one. The yarn in so pretty, all bright autumn colors.
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