Hooked!

For the longest time, I was one of those snobby knitters, who refused to accept crochet into the spectrum of yarn-arts, and was absolutely repulsed to discover that a pattern I had just been drooling over, was in fact crochet. Out of no where, it seemed like everywhere I turned, the crochet patterns I found were actually just… lovely. And it only became harder to stay firm in my belief that knitting was the only way to go once I discovered amigurumi.

Don’t misunderstand I love knitting to death and I like to think that it is my soul’s true crafty calling, but even an old dog can learn new tricks, right?! So, instead of ogling more lovely crochet and cursing the craft because I simply can’t follow it, I decided to get off my ass and learn for once and for all.

Unfortunately, this occurred while I was rotting away in that shitty hospital, with no instructions or people to help. I had no clue what the hell I was doing with my little aluminum hook. My Nana came to visit once and showed me a scallop stitch, (Way to scare the crap out of me! I didn’t follow any of it!) but that only left me making what I call “finger hats.” Trying to crochet in a circle, I end up with a curled edge and a half-egg sort of shape, which could have made lovely little finger puppets, I suppose. Nonetheless… that had not been what I was hoping to make. And for a while, it was my end product every single time.

Finally, after a week or two of bullshitting around like that, I realized that needed to actually increase to keep it from curving under. What a novel idea! So here is what I finally made; My very first crocheted piece!

Fried eggs, anyone?

I was completely ecstatic – I had really learned how to crochet on my own! But upon closer look… the stitches don’t look quite right. That’s because… they aren’t really single crochet.

Damn! I think I may have been making slip-stitches all the way around instead!

Thankfully, I was finally able to purchase The Happy Hooker by Debbie Stoller, so now I can see the error in my.. er, egg. I have never laid eyes on more comprehensive instructions or attractive glossy photos. I want to make every single pattern in that book, despite my nonexistent skill level at crochet. Honestly though, I would have never figured it out at all without this godly piece of writing, and I highly, highly recommend it to every one else out there… Even knitters.

Mr. Beaky

Why, hello there sir.

For what seems like ages, I had been lusting over the adorable little creatures created from patterns contained within The World of Knit Toys by Kath Dalmeny. Everywhere I looked, however, not a single bookstore could help me. The employee trying to help me would always give me a look as if I had suddenly started speaking gibberish, informing me that this book wasn’t even in their computer. Was it out of print? Simply out of stock? Who knows!

After months of frustration, my mom became tired of my griping and did a little research for me, and discovered it on Amazon.com, and not only was it under $10, but she offered to order another book she was interested in and cover the shipping and handling.  What could be more perfect!  So naturally… I had to consider it for another couple of weeks, because I’m a horribly and almost irrationally indecisive like that.  Then I realized how stupid I was being, and became panicked at the thought that they may run out.

Now, after all that… I have to say, I’m a little bit disappointed thus far.  This duck that I knit is a little… misshapen, to say the least.  I don’t really understand how Ms. Dalmeny expects something knit flat like this to become a nicely proportioned stuffed animal, with a defined body, neck, and head.  To get mine as it currently stands took more than just a little poking and prodding, to say the least.  Another issue I have is that gigantic beak it’s sporting.  It looks like it would better suit a crane or something; certainly not a duck.

Despite his flaws, I guess he’s growing on me a little bit, and I decided to name him Mr. Beaky.  I’m not saying that this book was a complete let-down, but it was a bit less than I had anticipated.  I’ll reserve further judgment until I try out some of the other patterns.

Disa-Pointy Kitty

A face only a mother could love?

 

Strangely enough, my mother does, probably more than I do.

I’m sorry, Pointy Kitty, it’s not you or your pattern, which was so kindly provided for free by Wee Wonderfuls… it’s me.  I’m just… slightly disappointed with the end result is all; you’re not quite what I had in mind when I began cutting your little legs out of old scrap fabric.  Nothing went wrong when sewing you up, you’re simply… a different style.  My parents would be happy to adopt you, though!  They grinned at your arrival, saying things you were “mod” and “cute,” but to me, it’s a different kind of cute.  I hope you can understand someday.

Stuck at home with a terrible stomach virus the other day, I searched in vain for something, anything to keep me occupied – Can’t bake, it would make other people sick.  Can’t knit, no pattern or yarn.  Thankfully, I stumbled upon the Pointy Kitty pattern, which was plenty of fun to whip up.  Sadly, I just… don’t like it that much!  Even after changing the eyes and the nose, it just doesn’t fit my personal definition of “cute,” despite what others might see in it.

For now, he’s prowling the kitchen, until my parents decide what to do with him, because instead of being just a useless time waster, he actually became something better:  A gift.