In the world of blogging, there are infinite subjects to write about. If you Google "blogs", you'll find anything and everything you could ever think of...and some things you don't necessarily want to think of. But it's all out there and this blogger is adding to it.
The old blog did take an occasional detour from the subject of knitting. My life was quite different back then and there was lots to talk about - some good, some not so good. Sometimes it became a release of pent up words and feelings when I couldn't put them anywhere else. It was a good experience and served it's purpose for a couple of years. That was back in blogging's hey day when it was easy to acquire followers to fuel more inspiration and keep the momentum going. It was a good run for what it was worth.
When my life took a pretty drastic turn and I needed to retool my path and objectives, the blog fell to the way side and I never got back to it. Looking forward now, changing up the subject matter here to match what may or may not be happening, things that keep me busy, corny thoughts and observations I have on a daily basis, hobbies, pets, and a plethora of other things I surround myself with can keep my fingers pretty busy here at the keyboard from time to time.
My first post here was about clothes pins. The second post was about Halloween cookies gone wrong. I can think of a half dozen other things right off the top of my head to fill up post numbers 3-8. I'll settle for #3 right now. Today's post (besides the rambling in the first 3 paragraphs) touches on the subject of crochet. I do quite a bit of it and feel it warrants a place in my current blogosphere. Not everyone relates to it as a crafter, but odds are you grew up with it around you in some form or fashion. Those old doilies your grandmother had under everything in her house, or that granny square afghan thrown over the back of your mom's couch when you were growing up was crochet in your life, whether you knew it not.
Like knitting, crochet is an addiction in a roller coaster sort of way. I've been crocheting for 53 years. I learned at the age of six and have been doing it ever since. Throughout all these years, I go through phases of it where I crochet a lot and turn out quite a few projects. Then I get a bit burned out and don't do it so much for a while. I go through what they call "losing my crojo"...hence the roller coaster analogy. It has it's ups and downs, it's ebbs and flows. It offers those euphoric highs and then that feeling flat at the bottom and not moving forward. But even when it sits flat on the bottom for awhile, that old craving comes back, pulls me back in and I'm on that ride to the top again. That's what's good about it - it's ever changing and never gets dull.
While yarn has been the mainstay of my crochet history, thread has been right up there the last few years. Doilies are a favorite go-to (even though they haven't been popular for several decades now), particularly some of my mother's old favorite doily patterns. One of my brothers kick started that a few years ago when he called me one night and asked "can you make me one a them grape doilies mama used to make?". I knew I had her old pattern for it. I told him I'd dig it out and study on it for a bit. I didn't make him any promises because I had no clue if I could make heads or tails out of the pattern instructions....and it had been many, MANY years since I had worked with thread. It was a daunting thought.
I read over the pattern several times over the next few days. I decided it might be worth a shot. I hadn't made any promises at this point and I had nothing to lose. The next day off from work I had, I set out to shop for thread for the grape doily. I wanted to try to match the ones my mother made as closely as possible color-wise, with the exception of the god awful Kelly Green that was used for the leaves way back when. I loved those doilies when I was growing up, but even as a little kid who knew nothing about anything, I hated that particular green. The pattern was published by the old Coats and Clark textile company, which also made their own crochet thread, and called it 'Kilarny Green'. Yuck. I still shudder when I read that in the pattern. So, I knew I wanted something a little less stark and more palatable in today's colors and wide scope of decorating styles. I settled on an olive-ish green. I got about three different olive shades to accommodate a variety of purples. I was pleased with my color selections and was well on my way to making "one a them grape doilies mama used to make."
I didn't tell my brother that I was working on one. I didn't want him to be disappointed if I couldn't pull it off. I cleared (rather clumsily) the hurdles of working with tiny crochet thread and an itty bitty steel crochet hook. I'd spent many years working with big fat worsted weight yarn and seemingly giant hooks compared to the tiny stuff facing me now. It was an adjustment that would take me a bit of time to conquer. I kept thinking back on the fact that when I learned to crochet at the age of six, it was with crochet thread and a steel hook. It wasn’t until I was about twelve that I took up using yarn. I didn’t look back to thread very often after that. So, fifty plus years later, it was like learning all over again…and how could it be so difficult to make the transition to something that was the very foundation of my craft? I scratched my head a lot over that one.
Next was deciphering the nearly 70 year old pattern geared towards 1940's grandmothers and the crochet lingo that existed back then. It took a little more studying and thinking on when my mother and grandmother used to talk crochet patterns back then. Once I recollected some of those conversations between them, the pattern made more sense. I actually started with some practice thread before I dug into the thread I bought for the project. I had no clue what I was facing, so I figured I better get my feet wet on something I wasn’t going to care much about in case I had to do a lot of ripping back and starting over.
As I started to work it, it slowly started taking shape. In the days ahead I worked on the doily whenever time would allow. I was pretty pleased with the progress until I got about half way through the making the first leaf in between the grape clusters. I kept getting hung up on a pattern step. No matter how much I reworked it, it kept coming out the same. I would look at my work, then look at the picture on the pattern, then look at my work again, and look at the picture again. I did this for a good week and decided I couldn’t go any further. Either the pattern had a major goof, or my brain was just dumb to the whole thing. I put the doily down and didn’t get back to it for awhile...a very long while. Life goes on.
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| The train wreck doily from my first attempt... |
A year and a half later after a marriage break up, a move to new apartment and adjusting to life without a lot of crochet involved in the process, I felt that old feeling starting to creep back in. I went upstairs to go through yarn, patterns, and old projects I’d started eons ago but never finished. I ran across the dreaded grape doily. I kind of shook in my boots at the thought of that old thing. I picked up the bag it was in, pulled it all out, smoothed out the wrinkled unfinished monster and looked at the pattern again. I put everything else back where it was stored except for the ‘bag 'o doily’. I trotted downstairs with my find and determined that I was determined to conquer the beast.
That evening I sat down with it, read over the pattern a couple of times and picked up where I left off almost two years earlier. All of a sudden it made sense. It just clicked and I took off with it, FINALLY finishing the very first leaf. It got easier with each subsequent leaf and lo and behold, it looked like the doily in the picture! I found a slight error in the pattern and corrected it with what I thought it was supposed be instead. It worked and the rest is history. I celebrated kicked back with a glass of wine, admiring the handiwork that suddenly made sense and looking forward to actually using the thread I bought to make the ‘real doily’.
I finally made the doily my brother wanted so long ago….and hope he'd long forgotten about it because I never got back to him about it. I even made another to add to it because I kept finding gorgeous colors to use for the grapes. I felt so bad about making him wait so long for one, more than two years at this point, I thought he deserved two: ‘One a them mama used to make’ in her traditional colors with a variation on the green…and another in a different purple and green variegated for the grape clusters. It was a good feeling. I blocked them, packaged them, addressed the box and sent them on their way to a land far away from me - Arkansas. I’m in Texas but Arkansas might as well be half a world away since I don’t get out much anymore.
A few days later my sister in law messaged me with a photo of the doilies being unboxed, then a another photo later that evening of both doilies proudly displayed on their coffee table. My brother called me that night with his voice breaking a little and just said “thank you”. That’s all that was needed. I knew they meant a great deal to him. Mission accomplished.
That more than two years of the grape doily saga set me on a path to make many more in the future. I never really knew when I acquired my mother’s old crochet patterns after her passing just exactly what they would mean to me and many others years later. It started me on a path of family history discovery, self discovery and the desire to carry on my mother’s legacy. She loved to crochet and did a lot of it when I was growing up. She did a lot more of it after most of us kids had flown the coop. I kind of follow in those foot steps these days.
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| The first one for my brother in the traditional colors. |
I’ve since made countless grape doilies – traditional colors, colors for the different seasons and holidays, made to order for people who literally begged me to start selling them because they love the nostalgia behind them. I have several stories about strangers shedding tears over them because of the memories they bring back – long forgotten doilies that no one realized during their childhood would come to mean so much years later when a picture of one I’d made popped up in a crochet group online. But that’s a post for another day.
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| The second one for my brother in a different grape color. |
There will be posts here from time to time featuring my crochet wares, stories of their origins, what the progress is or isn’t of the latest WIP (work in progress), maybe even set up an online store for some of it if I can ever get some inventory built up (working full time puts a dent in that mass production dream), the inspiration behind some of them, the fun of it all, the hair pulling moments because I’ve decided it just hates me, and maybe just photos of stuff I’ve made because I can.
If you decide you’d like a little crochet inspiration to spur on your own addiction to it, or maybe you’ve never tried it but would like to learn, or maybe you just like looking at handmade stuff from afar, follow this new blog and pop in here occasionally.
I’ll be happy to feed you...and then come back for seconds. 💗
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