Crochet is the new Vicodin. It's no longer the time when it was just about the "V" — 'cause now it's all about the V-Stitch. Not sayin' I'm completely giving up the combination of hydrocodone and acetaminophen for hexagons and afghans, although, concentrating on a repetitive pattern works a lot like a pain reliever. And crocheting is about as addictive.
Considering for the past seven years my blog has centered around this particular craft, it seems silly to be writing, "Ohmygod y'all! I'm totally lovin' this crocheting stuff!" Yet, I totally am! And I know it has a lot to do with my growing confidence in the actual act of crocheting. I mean, yeah, I still need a refresher course on the single crochet stitch if I get thrown off by a sneeze, but I catch on quicker now.
I was contemplating where this seemingly sudden resurrection of the love for crocheting came from, and I realized it's not just me. It's like the collective consciousness of crocheters has been recharged! I have sensed this on blogs and Flickr groups, and in all the ingenious and imaginative twists on classic patterns and projects. Makes me think we are all hooked together on some sort of a cerebral chain-gang. Whatever concerns I had that maybe crochet was in a slump, both in way of designs and my own desire, have been put to sleep. I did go to bed with it, however.
Wish I'd spent the majority of yesterday laying in bed with The Blackberry Sundae Blanket, but I did manage to squeeze in a few minutes of crocheting. Aren't these strips of shells just spectacular?! Totally freakin' simple to crochet, yet they look so intricate, don't ya think? This weekend I'll be mixing it up a bit, though. The idea I have of the color layout for this blanket is too safe. I'm thinking it needs to look more like a melted blackberry sundae.
Now I need to go make my bed, so I can, you know, lie in it...and crochet.
