Her hands danced over the yarn and made it sing.
She made it seem so effortless to make such
beautiful things. I didn’t know what she was using
so I took a look. She was using nothing more than a simple crochet hook.
My Sis tried to teach me her craft, but I was such a
klutz, all she could do was laugh. My slip knot wasn’t
a knot at all, although the slip part was true . Holding
on to the hook was quite a trick, it must have been greased.
For holding on to it was more than I could do.
Sis said, I have to go, keep trying; it’ll come.
it’s not rocket science
you know.
So I practiced everyday, but kept on dropping the hook, so
I knew I needed some help and brought a Crocheting for Dummies
book. It didn’t help a whole lot, but I finally made that
stupid knot!
After that, things were going great, or so I thought.
I made a single row of chains and was proud of myself, until
Then realized I had made a row of
cornrow braids!
The drawing in the book, the chains were nice and straight,
mine were curled up in a ball and resembled a pregnant snake!
For now I’ll give this thing a rest. I knew it necessary
when at night I kept dreaming of a ball of yarn rolling
across my chest.
No, it isn’t rocket science, I understand that.
But to keep my sanity at least for now, I gave my
yarn to my cat.
Mary E. Lacey
2009
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