I started crocheting when I was about 8. My aunt taught me a basic chain stitch and tried to show me a chevron stitch, but being a punk-ass 8 year old, I didn’t have the patience and threw it down. Every couple of years I would get the urge to craft again. My mom’s mother (Grandma P.) taught me how to embroider, which I was pretty good at, and also taught me the basics of cross-stitching. I was never good at that. My eyes would get lost on the pattern and, invariably, I would realize I was shading the wrong areas with the wrong colors.
It retrospect, I should’ve kept going. Just finish something, but I’m kind of a lazy perfectionist. If I can’t do it right, I don’t want to do it at all. This has been a stumbling block for me for many years, leading my mother to even think that I may have a slight form of ADD. The older I get, the more I know that stuff just has to get done. If it looks like crap, who cares. Just GET IT DONE. Life’s too short. Plus, the knowledge I obtain from every mistake is priceless. It doesn’t feel that way at the time, but the next time I run into the same situation, piece of cake! I already did all the grunt work previously. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent, just going through my Reader’s Digest Encyclopedia of Knitting and Crochet Stitches. I would just do swatches to see if I could decipher the “code” as I like to call it. Learning to read a pattern is a lot like learning a foreign language.
Anyway, I always came back to crochet, and could never understand the patterns until I taught myself how to knit. Knitting just clicked for me, structurally. Don’t get me wrong. It SUCKED learning to knit. It was painful, mentally and physically. But it made sense! I can see the stitches easier, it’s obvious when I make a mistake and I can keep count SO much better when I have live stitches on the needles. (Unlike crocheting in the round.)
The point of this whole knitting vs. crochet thing is I made the sneakers.This pattern was one of the worst I’ve come across in a long time. It was just difficult to read. I’m sure an experienced crocheter will think I’m just being a pansy, but it sucked. I’ve finished one so far, so I guess I should say that I made A sneaker. I’m planning on giving these to Evie for one of her Christmas presents. Merry Christmas, first fruit of my womb! Crappy slippers! Won’t Jesus be impressed? Nah, I’m just playin’. I know he don’t roll that way.
Pics or it didn’t happen, right?
BUT…the second one will go so much smoother.