I am one of those people who go through phases of wishing I
was a bit more crafty. I am never going to be a full DIYer, but I occasionally
do feel the urge to learn a new skill to keep my inner math geek from feeling
too far away from artsy endeavors. Tapping my inner grandmother/hipster, I
signed myself up for an introduction to crochet class. I knew I’d be heading to
a studio for two Sunday morning sessions, but I really wasn’t sure what to
expect, or if I was going to drive my instructor bonkers.
Before going to class, I had grand ideas that this would be
how I’d start my bohemian crafts, or really do something other than Candy Crush
while watching television. Major goal would be to be able to make Norbs a
blanket or something to that effect.
Week one was pretty good, and the class was tiny – only
three of us learning to become crochet masters. One of the other girls had
clearly been studying up before hand, and I just kept getting mine all twisted,
the other was equally as frustrated as I was.
I will say the instructor was lovely and patient and kind (all things
anyone should be for teaching adults new skills). I learned I don’t like to point my index
finger and leave it waving in the wind, like you are supposed to for a good
crochet. I was left with homework to
practice during the week.
For week two, I missed my train and was 15 minutes late –
which made me feel more guilty then I already was, because that homework didn’t
happen. The week was busy with different things, and I when I got home each
night the last thing I was up for was suffering with my crochet hook. Anyway, I
was honest because being a slacker is already pretty bad, but lying on top of
it is way worse. Luckily though, all was
forgiven and I got some good attention and started to master some of the
stitches in during the rest of class. I realized that the hardest part of any
project was going to be the starting two rows and after that as long as I paid
attention I would be able to get my craft on.
Upon graduating from my beginners class, I bought a book for
reference and some beautiful sage green yarn, and started what’s turning out to
be a fairly decent looking first scarf. I really want to make some blankets as
I think that would be an amazing thing have, that would actually get used. I
also promised my family wash clothes for Easter. I’ve also started toying with
the idea of taking the second class in the series – after a few weeks of really
getting comfortable with things I’ve already learned.
Have you ever tried a new hobby? What’s a favorite new skill
you’ve learned?
No comments:
Post a Comment