Ok. So DH is off work, monsters last day at school. House is nearly there ready for Easter. What do you do?
Go to Ikea of course!
You know after my visit there on Saturday that a trip was imminent. Well today was the day! Monsters dispatched, school bags in hand, we set off. I realised that a make would probably be a little difficult when I got back, so crochet hook in hand, we travelled up the M1.
I was really disappointed as we set off, as when I opened my crochet hook roll I realised that the hook that I needed was not there. What was I to do? I needed to get the make done in the time window that I had! Suddenly I realised that I had a hidden store at the bottom of my crochet bag. Underneath all the wool, lavender bags and bits of fluff was all my Grandma’s old hooks!
These were the hooks that she had used for all of her many creations, and the hooks that she had tried, and failed, to teach me to crochet with over 30 years ago. Having finally learnt how to crochet four years ago, I finally realised how versatile this craft actually is.
Sitting in the car hooking away, thoughts kept coming back of those painful sessions where Grandma, ever patient, would show me how to double and triple again and again. She may as well have been teaching me to do quantum physics as I hadn’t got a clue. Needless to say the booties I was supposed to be making were never finished- but I can proudly say that today’s make is- and with Grandma’s crochet hook too.
Yorkshire roses. 🙂