Tuesday, September 6, 2016 at 7:05 PM
Hi everyone :-)
Well then, I’ll go first. For me, crafts have always been something natural, yet at the same time something special, because so much work and love goes into every handmade piece.
I was surrounded by yarn even as a child. My mom and our very sweet older neighbor could do just about anything.
Well, except for sewing! They enjoyed doing that too, but I really didn’t like wearing the things they made. That’s probably why I only sew the bare essentials myself.
I have no idea when I learned to knit, but it must have been pretty early on. Along the way, they also showed me all kinds of patterns, including the most intricate cables. But just because you can do something doesn’t mean you want to!
And that’s why I put knitting on hold until I wanted to knit socks for my kids.
Even though knitting was the main craft in our home, I was lucky—my two ladies were also able to teach me filet crochet.
I was more enthusiastic about that, but somehow it still wasn’t quite it. I didn’t need curtains for a long time, and I didn’t want to make tablecloths either.
But I did love embroidered Christmas tablecloths. So they had to teach me embroidery too. Unfortunately, cross-stitch was as far as they could take me, but back then—and still today—“can’t be done” wasn’t an option for me, so I picked up the rest of my embroidery skills on my own and, at just under 20 years old, I was proud as punch that I could finally show my mom something for a change.
In the meantime, though, my mom had taken up Hardanger embroidery, and of course I had to learn that too. But I soon felt I’d gotten all I could out of it, and besides, I was at an age where so many other things were more important.
So there was a break of almost 10 years during which I only did a little something now and then.
After I picked up the needles again to knit children’s socks, sweaters and jackets naturally followed quickly, but somehow that wasn’t really it either, and I only enjoyed my needlework moderately.
I have no idea why I picked up the crochet hook again, but that was when it became clear where I belonged. With a crochet hook in hand,
I can somehow do anything, and “can’t be done” really doesn’t exist anymore.
I’m proud and grateful that my ladies taught me so many different crafting techniques, but the most important one for me is crochet. Maybe also because it was given less attention, and I was able to develop more freely there.
Funny enough, even when I was 20, my mom would always call me over whenever she’d already explained some kind of craft to her friend eight times. Then I’d have to explain it, and suddenly everything would click. :-D I guess my mom trained me to be the family craft explainer.
I’m curious to hear what you all have to share.
Warm regards, Birgit