I Got Another Confession to Make

I love to crochet. There it is. I said it. Several years ago, I suddenly got the urge to teach myself to crochet. It was one of many self-teaching projects that I have started. For some reason I just love to pick something out of the blue, learn about it, and teach myself how to do it. Usually, somewhere in the middle of the project I either get bored with it or get frustrated because I really don’t know what I’m doing and give it up. Sometimes I’ll go back to it and other times they just get lost in the big closet that is stuffed full of my unfinished projects.

The teach myself to crochet project started out really well. I was so anxious I went out and bought a ton of yarn, a book of patterns, and some hooks and jumped right in. I couldn’t start out small. I decided that my first project would be an afghan. I don’t know what in the hell I was thinking at the time. I got about a third of the way done with it and it somehow managed to become hidden in the closet. One day, when I was rummaging through some stuff I ran across it and pulled it out. I had some time on my hands so I started working on it again. It took me a while but I finally finished it. It felt so good to finally finish something!

I really enjoyed the fact that I had completed a project. Plus, I really enjoyed doing it. I found crocheting to be fun and a nice way to relax after work. So, I started looking for other things to crochet. Last winter, while I was pregnant, I made a blanket for Zach, lots of hats for myself, friends, and family, and started a purse that got tossed aside because I didn’t like it so well. I found that I really liked making the hats because they are a quick project that I can finish in only a couple of hours and I love the gratification of actually finishing something.

A couple of weeks ago, I started getting the bug again so I went out and bought some yarn to make Zach a hat for the winter. His day care provider (she detests being called a baby-sitter) has commented several times now that “This boy needs a hat!” so I figured I better get on it. Sunday, I finally started working on the hat. It started out great. I thought it was looking really good and then I realized that it was going to be way too big for his head. I was already over halfway done with it so I figured I might as well finish it. I decided maybe I could give it to his cousin instead. So, I finished the hat lastnight and I’m pretty sure it is too big for the cousin to wear too. So, now I’m trying to think of who in the heck I know that could wear this cute little hat. I thought about trying to sell it, but I’m not sure if anyone would buy it. So, now I just have this hat sitting here and I’m not sure what to do with it.