Considering I’d started crocheting in June, I decided to make a pride scarf. Once the red panel was done, I continued with orange. My fingers settled into the habit of ensuring even tension, and I could actually see and count each individual stitch now. The red panel had been full of uneven stitches, each row…
on crochet: part 1
A while ago, when sorting through some old boxes at my family home, I came across a bunch of yarn, crochet patterns, and an almost finished sweater. Apparently, my mum had been into crochet a long time ago. I was immediately curious and asked to see her in action. Two minutes of her magically twisting…
on not buying books and failing
Back in May, I ran out of space in my bookshelves, two IKEA Billys sitting side by side. The effort it took to gently squeeze the last book (The Chair by Joanna Trollope, a gift from a dear friend) into place while not crushing the others next to it gave me pause. I remained disciplined…
chaos first 