Posts Tagged ‘witchcraft’

Tangled

Over the last month or so, I’ve been learning to crochet.

Correction, I’ve been failing to learn to crochet.  What I’ve in fact been doing is my usual trick of taking something fun and pleasurable and making it into a life-or-death pursuit of perfection, putting my whole sense of self and (limited) self-worth in the balance. I have injected it with my bastard melodrama and anxiety.

I’ve found it hard, to say the least. Verity has seen the tears as I fail to understand diagrams or endlessly re-read the paragraphs about how crochet is “easy”, “only 3 stitches”, “kids can do it!”. Kate has sat with me and tirelessly demonstrated the same basic methods, over and over.

Today however, with a fresh mind and a little perseverance, some pennies have finally dropped.

All the books are fine, my tuition so far has been fantastic and greatly appreciated. What I’ve been doing wrong I realise, is taking it far too seriously.

Yes, me, taking something too seriously! Imagine!

What I learnt:

  1. It doesn’t have to be perfect. Perfection is a pursuit, and part of the fun is knowing that  there’s room to improve next time.
  2. It doesn’t have to be right. Getting something right first-time means you haven’t learnt anything.
  3. It should be fun. If you’re not having fun and enjoying it – you’re doing it wrong.
  4. It should only occupy your mind a ‘healthy’ amount. Relaxing into it, not over-thinking every single action – that’s when it started to feel good, and become enjoyable.

And here’s what I’ve achieved so far. Please don’t mock – I am very very proud of my humble beginnings.

With a little more confidence and practice, I’m going to be in a position to start making the granny squares for my blanket. I’ll be blogging everyday about my progress and thoughts during Knitting and Crochet week between 28th March and 3rd April.

So there we go, crochet eh?

Putting all the vegetables away

Hello dear reader, and welcome to the (re)turning of a well-turned leaf.

It struck me that I have recently come perilously close to taking this little corner of the Interwebz back to it’s dark, dank hole of misery and introspection.

Let’s just accept that I’m an awful, anxiety-riddled neurotic with low self-esteem and an almost comical desperation to be liked (if it wasn’t so hideously needy). Let’s just take it as read that I’m working on it, and move on.

Shall we? (proffering his arm like a young, camply glam Mr Darcy)

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When I sit and think about it honestly, I realise I have loads 0f things I’m actually really good at. There. I said it. There’s no going back from that now.

I can turn my hand to many, many different things and make a reasonably good stab at it.

So, while I don’t get crochet (yet), I can still take comfort from the things I can do. Pardon? Yes crochet is hard. Yes, grannies do it, but they’ve had years to learn and they are bona-fide Witches!*

Still asking about crochet? Okay, I’ll try and explain how it is for me right now.

Let me put it this way, imagine tying your shoe-laces. Yep, not a great leap of the imagination, I grant you.

Now, imagine tying your shoe-laces without being allowed to touch your shoes. Oh, a little harder you say?

Now, imagine tying the laces on shoes you can’t touch… with a tent peg. Scared? You should be.

Finally, suppose I tell you that the shoes you’re tying the laces for don’t exist, because you haven’t woven them yet.

See? Witchcraft! 😉 Kate knows I’m just kidding here as I’m really looking forward to learning! And making a whole Crocheted blanket, gulp!

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Moving onwards and upwards then, for the next few posts, I’m going to talk about something that I really am good at: Cooking. Or more precisely, the enjoyment of cooking, playing with flavours and making my own small mark on the culinary world.

Travel with me dear reader, over the next few posts, and I’ll show you my tasty world…

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*Except my grannies, who are/were both lovely.