My mother taught me to crochet and knit in my teens, a skill I always admired. My mom would sit with the television on, not looking at her hands or her actions and manage to make the most beautiful perfect little things. I was in awe watching her. I’m not as skilled as my mom and I’ve since forgotten most of what she showed me but I find myself yearning for yarn. Well, not yarn per-se, but the tranquility and zen like state I’m in when I’m crocheting. I don’t know, it’s something about the repetitive motion, the concentration, seeing my little project advance that brings stillness into my being. (wow, profound…I’m scaring myself a little)
Youtube has helped me out with reacquainting me to crocheting. The slip knot, the first chain of stitches and then it all came back to me like riding a bike. Well, sort of. Since I don’t have the skills to read a pattern, I absolutely need visual tutorials. But I think this infinity scarf was a good one to start with.
I’ve made a few infinity scarfs with this tutorial. I’ve been experimenting with different types of yarn, using the same pattern. A few scarfs in my pocket (well, around my neck) and I think I’m now ready to spread my wings a little more and learn new things. I’ll give these scarfs away except for one. The big chunky black scarf flecked with a variety of colours. Made by me for me. This girl is beaming with proudness. Shhhh… let me beam.
