I Learned to Crochet!

I'm not really sure where I get my crafty side from. It's possible it just runs in my blood since my mom's side is made up of full-blown Amish and Amish Mennonite, but maybe not? The only thing that I was ever given that was made for me was a baby blanket my grandma on my mom's side made for me. It was pretty simple. Not even one of those fancy Amish quilts. I know my grandma can sew, but I think that was the extent of it. Sewing clothes for her nine children. I really know her more for her cooking. She made delicious food and amazing cookies and pies! I don't think my grandma on my dad's side is crafty either. Don't really know to be honest.

Anyway- growing up I was always doing some sort of craft. Coloring (is that considered a craft?), making pot holders with a loom, braiding friendship blankets, etc. But as I got older, I grew out of those things. I had attempted to teach myself to knit, but I couldn't figure it out by reading the instructions. I'm much more a visual learner. So I gave up on that. But when I went to Washington, I found out that my sister likes to crochet. So when I did, I asked her if she would teach me. She said she would so we went to the local Walmart and picked up some supplies.

My sister and I didn't exactly grow up together. I always knew I had an older sister, but growing up on almost opposite coats (Nevada/Indiana), it didn't exactly allow for us to bond. So the inner child in me was more than excited that I was given the opportunity for her to teach me something.

Below is a picture of my first project. I took this baby apart many times, and after finishing it, realized that I was doing the stitching wrong. It still looked decent.