So I have a little bit of an obsessive-compulsive personality. I like things aligned, clean, orderly, and where they belong. Every day my desk looks exactly the same when I leave my office. I always line up my canning jar lids “just so” on my canning jars, and every label is even.
When Dad got his cancer diagnosis, I felt lost. I couldn’t can because I was running up and down I-81 and spending every bit of free time learning about colon cancer. I felt like I was out of control, and I needed something to control.
After a few visits of sitting on the sofa next to Mom, watching her crochet, I started to get the itch to do something. Penny (of Back to Basics) and Charlotte (of Drypond Farm), two local Facebook friends, mentioned knitting and crocheting, and Penny mentioned dishcloths as a good way to get started. Well, I try to knit — I’m just not good at it — but crochet, I love!
I learned to crochet when I was 5 years old. My Granny gave me a hook and a ball of yarn and taught me to chain stitch. I chained that whole ball of yarn.
Over the years the hook has come out every now and then, but I have never had the patience to finish anything large. I remember making a dozen or so granny squares, the start of an afghan, but I have no idea where they ended up. I probably donated them.
I’ve always had a few balls of yarn. In 2005 (or so), Mom bought me a beginner’s knitting book that also included crochet. I made a few toys for the cats, but again, I didn’t do much else.
In November, I crocheted a few jar cozies on the spur of the moment. The cozies keep canning jars from sweating when I drink out of them…’cause, yeah, I’m country, and I drink out of canning jars. I also eat hot soup out of them.
So I stopped in at Michael’s to look for yarn. I found cute little balls of 100% cotton and picked up a few. I’ve since purchased them at other stores, and on average (including sale prices), I’ve spent about $1.50 per skein… thus, I call this my $1.50 therapy! What IS “this”?
Nothing special, just squares of stitches. I’m practicing new stitches and learning better technique on old stitches. Mom has helped by giving me tips and pointers.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with all of the dishcloths. I do want them to find new homes, perhaps keeping the not-so-great ones for myself. I’d love to make it a money raiser for the American Cancer Society somehow, but I can’t figure out the logistics right now.
So for now, I’ll just keep crocheting.
Do you like any of these dishclothes? Let me know which you like — I need the feedback!
Want the patterns? I plan to write up the ones I’ve done from scratch. For others, check out my Pinterest Crochet Board.*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**