I can still picture the blankets my mom crocheted when she was pregnant. One is blue and white; the other, lime green. I’d never given them much thought before, but they’re beloved, understated treasures. They’re always around at my parents’ house, a comforting part of the home. Of course, I want my daughter to have the same.
When we were at Walmart a little while ago, I saw a picture of an afghan on the wrapper of a skein of yarn. The wrapper showed two of four circles coloured in for difficulty. Intermediate. Having knit a couple of tube socks during lockdown, I figured that I could do it. In that moment, I decided to crochet my daughter a blanket and threw five skeins of yarn into our cart.
My journey into crochet began.
Turns out, crochet is harder than it looks. Reading the pattern instructions is confusing, too. YouTube has been invaluable in helping me learn what I’m doing.
My first project was a little lovey. I’m now working on a blanket, the pattern for which came from ChatGPT (another amazing tool). It’s simple enough, repeating the same two stitches across 121 chains for 144 rows. Slow going as it is, I’m making progress, a little every night.
It doesn’t look like the blankets my mom made. It’s denser and primarily purple. For a first project of this size, it ain’t so bad. Plus, the crochet hook set I turned, that I can’t seem to sell, is finally being put to use. Hopefully, our daughter will find comfort with it, creating moments that I’ll treasure forever.
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