A Family Legacy of CrochetBy A Guest Writer – 13 Comments
A Guest Post by Julie Jones.
My Grandmother was an expert at crochet. Her beautiful afghans won first place every year at our state fair in her age category. When she passed, there was a basket next to her rocking chair with her current project lying on top.
When I was in my mid-twenties, I asked my Grandmother to teach me to crochet. She was happy to do so, however I wanted to make something specific and it required crochet thread. Not the best for a beginner. I got about halfway into the circle I was making and was so proud of my progress. When I showed it to Grandma, she took it carefully in her tiny hands and said, “Oh, I see you’ve missed a stitch”. Before I could draw breath to protest, she had ripped out the stitches back to the spot where, unseen to my eyes, there was missed stitch. I gave up crocheting soon after till twenty five or so years later. Suddenly I took it up again. I can’t remember why I decided to try it again, but I did. Currently, I would qualify myself as an experienced beginner, and I always have a project going in additional to my other pursuits. I also make lampworked glass beads, and turn them into pieces of jewelry. My Grandmother’s insistence on correcting missed stitches has been successfully passed on to me. I find myself ripping out several inches of work in order to correct a missed stitch, even on something as mundane as a dishcloth. It surprises me even now that I do it.
My aunt tells me that I am the only one of the grandchildren who has taken up Grandma’s beloved craft. It makes me glad to know that I am doing something that would make her happy. And now, my great-niece has asked me to teach her to crochet. I will happily pass on the lessons from my Grandmother to another who will, I hope care enough to rip out her mistakes and make them right.