Crochet is my true love. Long ago, I vowed to never learn to knit. Why would I do such a thing? Because I loved crochet too much-it became my obsession, my love affair, if you will.
Then came Ravelry…temptation was all around…I resisted for as long as I could, but I love to learn new things…and after about 13 years of faithfully giving myself only to crochet, I strayed.
I felt so dirty as I tenderly fingered the knitting needles in the store, trying to figure out which ones I would try first in this foreign land. Once I put them in my cart there was no going back. Crochet would never again be able to take comfort knowing it was my only love. I almost cried. Almost.
Once the seal was broken, things got a little better, I felt such pride that I could learn this new thing, a whole new world was open to me. And then I showed my husband. He rolled his eyes and said, “what’s the difference?” I tried to explain, but to explain to a non-yarner…what’s the difference?
As I worked through the worst movie ever created, hubby finally said what was really on his mind. “I don’t mind you crocheting. But I cannot sit and watch you knit. You look like a grandma and I don’t want to be married to a grandma.”
As if I couldn’t feel any dirtier for cheating on crochet! haha! I think I need a Scarlet K on my shirt to wear for eternity.
So, what is the point to this? I’m not sure, I just thought I’d share my story and see if there are any other crocheters with similar experiences with stigma to their craft or feeling the pain of cheating on their craft….
Here is my second ever knitting project (this is a fabulous free pattern-here is my ravelry project page where you can find the link to this pattern)