I was so excited when my parcel from Amazon arrived a couple of days ago. I have gone crochet flower mad and couldn't resist these lovely books.
So full of pretty designs that I couldn't decide which one to start first. I did the usual eeny, meeny, miney mo and came up with the gorgeous daffodil.
It must be fate I thought, what with spring supposedly round the corner...not! Freezing cold here the past few days. Undeterred, I gathered my wool, my hook and a photocopy of my chosen design, suitably enlarged cos my eyesight is not what it was. The atmosphere was calm with a little bubble of excitement as I broke the seal on my new ball of Rowan yarn and picked up my new hook. I read the instructions and then read them again. The first couple of rounds were okay, but then I came across things I didn't understand. A feeling of dejection started to creep in, I felt the silly grin slip, the sense of euphoria evaporating.
I turned a few pages, " I know", all is not lost, I will try something else. I turned the pages and found the pansy...gorgeous I thought. I read the instructions....and read them again. I turned a few more pages and....oh dear. By now I am loosing the will to live!!
Now you may remember that I am self taught, and those early heady days were long ago. The memory has faded, I seem unable to deduce from the pictures what to do. My confidence flounders and that is that. I put it all away again and sulk for the rest of the day. I look at all the woolly blogs and feel total frustration.
Today I logged on and found myself a tutor. I have booked a lesson...I am counting the days....I have had to borrow some of next years leave....I don't care....I just want to crochet flowers, I cannot help myself..My name is Devina and I am addicted to crocheted flowers..!!!!