I tired of quilting after several years, and I'd run out of places to store quilts anyway. It was clearly time to move on. I dabbled in macramé for awhile, focusing mainly on macraméd plant hangers, with the occasional macraméd handbag thrown in for good measure......but I'd always wanted to learn to crochet. I noticed a "Learn to Crochet" course was being offered at our local adult ed. night school, so I signed up. The instructor, a crocheter extraordinaire, wanted us to crochet with yarn, however, but I wanted to crochet with thread. When I told her this, she brought me some beautiful doily patterns, and I progressed from there. I made small doilies, large doilies. I put a doily under every lamp and vase in the house; I gave away doilies to anyone who would accept one. I learned to crochet angels and bells for the Christmas tree.
I loved the fact that just one little crochet hook and a ball of crochet cotton could create, with a little help from me, a lacy work of art. Talk about portable: my crochet projects could be tucked into my handbag and travel with me everywhere. I crocheted on a coach trip from Fairbanks to Anchorage; I crocheted anywhere and everywhere. Clearly I had found my calling in life.
I had a crocheted plant holder you fashioned, for my spiderplant. That was many, many years ago. I also have the crocheted purse you made me. I loved that. I still have not cracked the "teach yourself to crochet" book I bought last year...I would have loved to have some of your doilies, I never see them anywhere anymore. That seems to be a lost art.
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