As a young girl, I remember sitting on the couch next to my mom as she crocheted brightly colored afghans. I was the designated string lackey and unwound coils of yarn with faithful precision. She would churn out blankets so quickly (thanks in part to her dedicated string lackey), that our household was never in want of some warm and brightly colored covers.
4 years ago, I began my crocheting journey. I wanted so badly to string together such beautiful creations, that I ran to my nearest Joanne’s and bought all of the blue yarn I could get my hands on, I picked out the shiniest crochet hook I could find, and I examined my mom’s handiwork to get an idea of what pattern I wanted to try my hand at. I was ready. I was set. I was good to go.
4 years later, and I’m a bit more than halfway through crocheting this afghan thanks to a host of unforeseen challenges:
- My awkward hands took so long to grow accustomed to the necessary movement of the yarn
- As the blanket grew, it became difficult to move around and continue working
- Afghans make you warmth, and too much warmth makes you uncomfortable and antsy
- I never really understood how to keep the edges the same length, so it looks a bit loopy on the sides
- I vastly underestimated how much string would be needed, and had to continue making trips and spending money for more yarn
- I overestimated how much I enjoyed crocheting
To make matters worse, my boyfriend bought me an animal crochet kit as a surprisingly thoughtful birthday gift (while I was on my initial crochet high) whose impossible instructions have only fueled my frustration with this silly art form.
Despite being hidden away in a bag for the past two years, my afghan is out and about once again, and more than ready to be finished! While I’m not too enthused to begin crocheting, I’ve received a sudden outpouring of motivation from wanting to complete just one of my many projects, and wishing that I wouldn’t have to look at bags and bags of string whenever I pass by my living room.