Another hobby attempt has bit the dust. Perpetually, I wish I were a crafty chick goddess. I always have these delusions about finding a craft that I will be so good at that I will be able to quit my day job, create works of art, and build an online empire.
I saw a blog about some crocheted cat toys. It looked so easy to make them. All you needed was a hook, some yarn and a cat. I went to Michaels, the arts and crafts store with a coupon, and I bought some yarn and a beginner’s book that included instructions and some hooks.
First off, the abbreviations for all the stitches looked like math to me. I couldn’t decipher the simplest counting. Then I actually tried to do it. It took me twenty minutes to make a slipknot on the hook!
In my fogged brain, I decided to forgo the complicated cat toy and I attempted to make a scarf out of a simple crochet stitch for my cat.
After a week, what I ended up with was a mangled mess, especially around the corners. I still gave it to my cat. (As a toy now) It lay on the floor for three days, untouched. I gave it a burial in my kitchen trash bin, and the yarn and the hook went into my closet with the books I can't read right now.