Last year I had a brilliant idea that turned out not so brilliant after all.
In the summer of 2008 I decided I was going to crochet gifts for everyone on my Christmas gift list.
As a little girl I loved crocheting, I once made a bubble tote that I carried with me everywhere for months.
Iâ€™d make little cutesy crafts that everyone thought was amazing (or maybe they were just indulging my childish whim).
My connection with crocheting is like the Neil Young song Helpless
With dream comfort memory to spare
And in my mind I still need a place to go
All my changes were there
This was supposed to be a scarf for Rita, I threatened her years ago that I was going to hand-make her Christmas present.
It was going to be a nice surprise, in a sort of â€œoh wow, she did get me something she made herself, and surpriseâ€¦ itâ€™s not half badâ€ way,Â except I just kept going, crocheting and crochetingâ€¦
Christmas came and went and Iâ€™ve been at it for a year and the half now.
I donâ€™t know what it is, or what itâ€™s going to be. Maybe an oval blanket or a throw.
I donâ€™t want to be still at it come next year, seeing as Iâ€™ve moved on to other distractions.
But I’ll probably always come back to crocheting, because it’s comforting.