And so have I entered into a difficult, somewhat adversarial relationship. Admittedly, I did this willingly. There was no arm twisting or blackmail involved.
However, there was a distinct desire. A desire to learn a yarny craft. Our Lady has found herself envious of the yarn lust experienced by so many. Soft, cushy, beautiful balls of untouched yarn seem to make otherwise sane women lose their heads, swoon and forget their responsibilities. Half-forgotten, fond memories of knitting plague me recently.
However, projects of the two needle variety are not the stuff of my desire now. Not at all. I have felt drawn to wrap my yarn around a single.....hook.
Oh yes. Our Lady has caught crochet fever. Even as I suffer the chills and sniffles of a wretched cold, I MUST attempt to learn to count chains, identify a back ridge, make a slip stitch. Oh,the tortures are endless.
Alas, I am not experiencing the fond, fruitful relationship so many of you crafty crafters seem to share with your crochet hook. For the present, my foe shall be known as Wicked Taskmaster. Although he appears quite unassuming, I assure you this is not the case. You see him here....the lovely blue one.
Ah well. We shall come to terms he and I. The yarn will most assuredly fly.