Crochet

Thanks Aber for you comment about my socks! I can't work out how to reply to comments... :-/

Anyway, since I finished my socks I decided to try and finish Sheldon too. So I dragged him out and almost immediately remembered why I had put him away in teh first place. I. CAN'T. CROCHET. I was close to SCREAMING in frustration when the phone rang. It was my mum wanting to know if my cold has gone (not really). So I told her how annoyed I was and how I wished I could just PAY someone to do it for me, when she said "I can crochet".

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really?! So I'm going to take Sheldon with my when we go for my Dad's birthday next weekend. Hurrah! ITs so strange. All my life my mum has sewn, and used to make a lot of my clothes when I was young (when it was cheaper to make your clothes than buy them). She also used to do cross stitch and tapestry... but I NEVER KNEW she knitted until I told her I had started. She stopped knitting when I was born and never started again. So I shouldn't be surprised that she can crochet really. Anyway, either she can teach me what I'm doing wrong, or at the very least do the crochet bit for me.