The chilly months are here...what better time to take up a cozy new hobby like crocheting? So off to the local craft store I go. I return home with all my goodies (a really nice fellow crafter in the yarn isle helped me pick everything out) I crack open my new learn to crochet book and wow! I'm crocheting! (this is where our happy tale takes a down turn
Everything is fine and dandy until...I have to turn the chain I've made and work into the back of it...hmmm...sounds easy enough...that is until I find that a few rows later I have crocheted a log! A crochet log!!! Oh no what ever shall I do? Was I born with out the crocheting gene? Am I running low on estrogen?
Well needless to say I try over and over to no avail. My mom hasn't crocheted since I was born (many moons ago...23 years to be exact) so she is of little help.
I think what i need is a new book...one with real pictures instead of the cheasy black and white ones in the crummy book I have.
I refuse to lay down the yarn and admit defeat...afterall I have a reputation as a crafting goddess to protect.