Why You Might Want to Be Careful About Saying Never
I am fairly certain that at some point in my life, I said I would never crochet.
I don’t recall the exact moment, and I have nothing that proves that it even happened, but if the last twenty years of my life are any indication, I am certain I said it.
I’m equally certain that when I said it, I meant it. But like so many things I said I would “never” do, being consumed by those things is one of the leitmotifs of my life.
I said would never teach.
I spent a decade teaching.
I said would never have a child after the age of 30.
My youngest was born when I was 37.
And the list of things I said I would never do that I ended up doing gets longer with each passing year.
When I was young, I was careless with the word never, not yet realizing the power it possessed (and possesses) but now that I am older, I know better.
At least, I hope I do.
So, I am pretty sure I said I would never crochet because I am almost possessed by this craft.
I have hooks and yarn and books in excess of anything I can reasonably expect to use to their fullest in this life time, but I have no regrets, because the thing that I have gotten from crochet that I had not previously experienced is the satisfaction of being able to make something that served my particular need.
If you can dream it, you can crochet it.
When I wanted a rainbow inspired potholder that looked like a Frank Stella painting, I was able to make not one, but two:
When my youngest son needed a strap for his marching band binder, he chose the color, and I was able to whip one up in no time:
And when I wanted to make an afghan that celebrated all things cookie, I did:
So while I couldn’t prove in a court of law that I said I would never crochet, the evidence that I did say exactly that is pretty compelling.
A scraptastic crochet purse
The project that is consuming me at the moment is a small bag made from seventeen four-inch flamboyant granny squares and some of the bazillion or so yarn scraps I have:
I have to have it done in the next twenty four hours so that I can enter it in the 2019 New Mexico State Fair, and as of this writing, all indications are that that I will finish it.
Since that photo was taken, all of the joins have been seamed, the lining is assembled and pinned into place, and the only crochet left to be done is two foot-long straps that will serve as the handles.
So I will move forward secure in the knowledge that I probably said: I will never wait to finish a crochet project on the day of a deadline, because, here I am, doing exactly that.