How I am Teaching Myself to Crochet

You might have noticed I’ve been a little scarce. I’m fine, really! I am always active on our Facebook page and I am working towards a better writing schedule. (We creatives struggle with things like order, and schedule. . .and well, sometimes life!)

When we last visited here, I was chatting about how I am managing some life transitions–mostly the reality of my kids growing up–which is why my “mommy blogging” days ended several years ago and I became a working mom blogger–which is infinitely more interesting, but far less cute.

My evenings were beginning to be an endless stream of Candy Crush and Netflix. While there is nothing inherently wrong with either pursuit, I was getting the side-eye from my husband. Couldn’t I be more productive with my time?

After our annual family trip with my Bestie’s family, I knew what hobby I was going to give a try. Crochet. Essie was able to whip up a baby gift and three scarves for my kiddos that weekend, over glasses of wine and conversation. She had a hobby that was portable, seemed to be fun, and coordinated well with a love of Netflix.

I made a trip to the fabric store and picked up some crochet hooks and some yarn, as well as  a magazine that looked promising and settled down with a glass of wine.

And then, a few hours later I had a heap of tangled yarn in my lap and an empty bottle of wine.

So, the next day I decided to try again. . . this time with YouTube videos. I had better luck, I was able to crochet a few rows of some basic stitches.

Then, because I don’t do things the easy way, I decided to hook a hat. A hat for a small, picky, six-year-old. A hat to be hooked in the round. With ear flaps. It turned out OK, even if it was too large for even a LARGE six-year-old.

How I am Teaching Myself to Crochet 1
Then the other six-year-old wanted a hat. . .so I made her one that looked like an owl.

How I am Teaching Myself to Crochet 2
It fit a little better.

Then I tried to make a Peep. And it turned out OK, but I said bad words.

How I am Teaching Myself to Crochet 3
And then I copied my friend Esther and made a baby gift.

How I am Teaching Myself to Crochet 4
And then, my cousin reminded me that her kids don’t have a grandma who can crochet like we had, so I started my first “flat” project. . .a cozy blanket.

How I am Teaching Myself to Crochet 5
And I felt pretty accomplished until I tried this mixed stitch striped blanket that I had been seeing all over It started out well enough, but a few  more rows in and obviously I was dropping stitches, as it was beginning to narrow like arteries after 30 days of McDonalds. . .

How I am Teaching Myself to Crochet 6
And thusly, I became frustrated. I needed an intervention. I am pretty sure I have started some REALLY BAD habits. What I really need is a weekend with just Essie and I and a few bottles of wine and a bunch of yarn. . .but since we both have jobs and kids–it is not in the cards. So, I did the next best thing. I clicked through on a Facebook ad and claimed a free class from I swallowed my pride and started at the VERY beginning, with “Crochet Basics and Beyond”, and since classes are on sale through tonight, I picked up “Next Steps in Crochet” as well. I also picked up a free mini-class on textures in crochet to use later. All of the classes have a lifetime accessibility and I can even ask the instructor questions. Other students share photos and projects, and I can learn from them. Each class has a project to work through, and since I saw at least FIVE things I was doing wrong in the first lesson, I’m pretty sure this will be worth my time.

As usual, I’ll keep you posted!

So, dish. What have you been working on creating lately? I want to see it, the good, that bad and the ugly!

Want to read more and never miss a hint, tip, recipe or giveaway? Sign up for my newsletter below! I hate spam too, so I promise to never waste your time or abuse your inbox!

Subscribe to My Newsletter

Written by Dakotapam
I'm a Lutheran pastor's wife and mom to six kids, including young adult sons down to 8-year old twin daughters. My life is sometimes normal, and sometimes crazy; but through it all, I know that I am blessed! Some people say that I have my hands full, I prefer to call it living life with both hands full, and I love it!