Monday, January 23, 2012

I Can't Crochet

I love to crochet.  It's something I've always enjoyed doing, and with the advent of the internet and sites like Pinterest, it's even more exciting to see all the possibilities that exist in the world of yarn.

But, when your arm is in a cast, your wrist can't move and your fingers can't really hold onto that hook correctly, it's so frustrating to come across a new pattern you want to try, or a yarn you just HAVE to make into socks.  I think that says just how I'm feeling today.

So, while I wait for my wrist (and my pride) to heal, I'm going to take a few moments to showcase a few of my projects here.  Call it therapy, call it withdrawal, call it boredom.  And if you see anything you like, call me and I'll be happy to add your project to the list I'll be joyfully tackling when I regain full use of my arm!


On the right, I show you a heart I made before the break.
On the left, my sad attempt after the break.  Broken arm, broken heart.


This isn't the greatest picture, but the yarn is OH SO SOFT and perfect for baby blankets.  This one was made for my newest nephew, Ty.  I'm pretty sure he loves it more than any other blanket in the universe.



So, I had a bunch of leftover yarn and the twins asked me to make them some hearts.  I love making hearts.  A few weeks ago, I even bought red, pink and white yarn to make lots of hearts for a Valentine's scarf, but well...you saw how my hearts are turning out lately.  Ugh.  



I also tried tackling an infinity cowl.  It was tough, I'm not gonna lie.  Trying to keep the yarn from twisting is tough.  I started over several times on this one.  My daughter loves it, though, so I can't get rid of it and start over.  She even had me add a few hearts to it...just for decoration.



I think, though, my favorite scarf to crochet ist he corkscrew scarf.  It's easy to make and fun to look at!  








I even like how they look all rolled up.  Fun!


So, here I sit, staring at piles of yarn that can't come to life until this ridiculous cast comes off.  I suppose the least I could do is roll it into balls so it's ready to go when I am.  Sigh.