This is my 500th post. What the heck have I been talking about all this time? I seem to have become immersed in crochet over the last two years. I suppose there are worse things to become addicted to. I guess I don’t really take my addiction seriously, though. I crochet for enjoyment. If I’m not enjoying it it just falls by the wayside. I use it to relax, not induce more stress.
I don’t stress over yarn. Some I like, some I don’t. Sometimes I feel sad when people look down their nose at certain yarn choices, but that’s their thing. I quit being offended by it.
Maybe I stress over hooks a little. Or maybe it’s obsess. I have one hook that is my favorite. I get a teeny bit frantic if I can’t find it for a minute. But I find myself buying hooks even though I don’t really use them that often. I got some pretty swirly wood ones that are pretty to look at but I rarely use them. And if I had more disposable income I’d be all over a silver hook. But again, I suppose there are worse things I could be amassing.
There are a few crochet goals I’d like to achieve. I want to learn to read charts better. Those pretty Japanese crochet books really call to me. But then I guess that would be another thing I’d start amassing if I could read the charts better. I’d like to design more patterns. I’d like to improve my skills.
But goals or not, I just enjoy the simple act of crocheting. Turning the hook, wrapping the yarn, pulling it through, repeating. It’s enough to make me forget my annoying noisy neighbors for a time.
I guess the 500th post should have something profound or extra interesting in it. The best I can say is “Enjoy the crochet, make what you like in what yarn you like and be kind to your fellow crafters.” Sorry. That was the best I could do.