My daughter E decided that she wants to learn crochet as well as knitting. I love knitting and all things yarn, so you would think crochet would be a logical extension of my fiberphilia. Nope. Crochet and I don’t always see eye to eye (except for adorable little flowers — knitting can’t come close to a crocheted flower).
But I’d hate to pass along my prejudice against the hook to the next generation, so when she asked me to show her how to do the chain stitch, I told myself it was the right thing to do.
A little less than a day of making simple chain bookmarks for everyone in the house (including the dog), she made this:
These are superior in every way to the old shoestrings. The old ones were dirty, they never stayed tied, and they seemed a little boring to her. For my E, everything better have a touch of color or she’s going rectify that situation with markers and crayons.
“And I can make more in any color I want,” she told me, pleased as punch with her new look. “It’s like I’ve got new shoes!”
Wait until she sees sparkle yarn. It’s going to be crochet-shoestring madness.
I love them. They are so her.