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Ahh, crochet - my friend, my enemy. So we meet again.

Fifteen years ago, when I was a child unschooled in the ways of the world, I thought you were great. I used you to help me make this:

What was I thinking? This closeup is all that needs to be seen to know that it was a hideous concoction of bronzey metallic thread, hip-length and pocked with "flowers" along the body and bizarre little nehru collar.

You've been used to foist truly heartless crimes on humanity:

I threw you down in disgust, struggling to see any good in the world at all through the stain of fugliness you'd left in your wake.

Now, I need you. Would you be happy to contribute towards something pretty? Would it be a first for you? Will I even remember where to begin?

I'd forgotten all about you - I daresay you'd forgotten about me. But it's all coming back to me now.


I'm in town now, and have been crocheting since I was a tot, drop me a email if you need some phone/in person help with it. :)

say no to the hook!

That pretty much sums up my feelings about crochet. Crochet hooks don't agree with me! Good luck!

That whole post was hillarious! I have a hook, but I only use it in extreme situations (dropped stitches)... I don't think I will ever go to the dark side...

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