Last week, I faced the monster.
I went head to head with one of my worst foes, the one responsible for nights of endless crying over a school project in home education that I could not untangle, the one who threw me in a panic each time the teacher drew out her shiny, steel crochet hook – I stood up and faced this bewildering craft called crochet.
I have been a longtime fan of wire crochet but had been hesitant to try it because – well, let’s just say single crochet and I aren’t really soul sisters. But I did want to have a go at it. I did want to find out if I could finish something – anything! – that involved a crochet hook and thread. But, my vanity prevented me from trying it out sooner than I did – I was afraid that I’d end up with a crocheted wire piece so ugly that people would laugh at me.
Then I figured that since my projects using cotton thread looked a lot like those using wire and that the tangled, almost irregular and textured look of wire crochet is what charms me most about it, I got up one Saturday morning and said: “Hell, yeah. Let’s do this.”
So here is my very first wire crochet necklace.
My fingers hurt a lot after and it took me a loooong time to finish since I went slow and worked without a pattern to follow so I got lost a lot (LOL). I also chose to use a soft, thin gauge wire as I thought it would be easier to handle and therefore less frustrating for me. After an hour, it didn’t seem like such a monster anymore.
I am, shall we say, quite HOOKED.