In our homeschool co-op, my children learn a thirteen minute timeline from Creation to the present day. They are taught that they are an imperative part of that narrative. Each venture we pursue and each endeavor we achieve forms a part of our timeline.
This is my crochet timeline.
As a young child, my mother futilely tried to teach me to crochet. I never flourished. Inevitably, my deplorable attempts diminished, and I gave up altogether.
In college, I visited my best friend only to discover that she and her friends had discovered crochet and thrived adroitly at it. I still could not espouse whether or not it was a stupendous hobby.
Again, I encountered a friend who zealously tried to teach me the formidable art. I was resolved to learn. Again, despite persistent attempts, my lofty quest brought an onrush of failure.
Indignantly, I was again compelled to pick up the yarn. This time I used needles and profoundly taught myself to knit!
I could not fathom that I would ever persevere and become an efficient and adept crocheter.
My triumph came after I found a simple introductory book with pictures to show me how to make the stitches. I was intrigued. I was awestruck. I was elated. I did not presume that this hobby would lead to prosperity and for a while my crocheting subsided imprudently.
It wasn’t until after I began having children that the tyrant known as anxiety began stirring inside me in a most hostile and prominent fashion that I was again transfixed by crochet. Anxiety is always looming perilously, eerily aspiring to provoke a period of trepidation and animosity. Crochet helped me cunningly confront and combat that solemn foe, Anxiety. Crochet caused a transformation from distraught adversity to audacious achievement. It is a skill that I have not since squandered or wavered from.
Crochet has become my emblem.
At first this esteemed hobby primarily served as a way to acknowledge friends’ reverent milestones with a crocheted blanket for babies and weddings (even if they were laden with extensive mistakes).
Warily and obstinately, I decided I was destined to turn my hobby into a business and began to draft my blog. I have no idea whether or not my readers are enthralled by my incessant posts, but I diligently strive to fill it with innovative patterns. I have managed to conceive of many different patterns. My adventure was affirmed when I recently sold over 100 copies of my exemplary Split-Square Temperature Blanket pattern.
As I vehemently recount this history of my crochet hobby, I am awestruck at this path I’ve been down.
And if you’re wondering why I chose this moment to relay it, it’s part of an assignment for my children’s Essentials of the English Language class. I hope to inpire them. And remember Robin, Rah-Rah from my Crochet with Friends posts? She’s the teacher and if I complete this assignment, I get to throw a pie in her face.
I’m pretty sure she’ll mark that event on her timeline.