The back story
8 years ago, my family stayed at a cottage in Dorset. It was the last day of the holiday and we had spent the day in Lyme Regis (the pint of prawns was not a good idea 😶). My husband had bought me a gorgeous diamond encrusted, gold, heart-shaped locket around 3 months earlier and I wore it everyday. Stay with me...
Oh locket where art thou?
When it was time to leave, I sat in the back of the car and I realised that my locket was missing. My own heart sank and I began frantically searching for it. We all retraced our steps and drove back to the cottage to search every room and the shingled driveway. It was gone - I cried.
New tricks
I was around 8 or 9 when my Nana's taught me how to knit and crochet. Crochet was a skill that I picked up quite quickly. Whenever they came to visit, I would sit with them and make small blankets for Sindy or Christmas candles modelled over toilet role inserts. As the years went by and both Nana's passed away, I didn't really pick up the hook or needles, and, much like my locket, the desire to crochet or knit had gone.
Relight my fire
I was in my early 20's when the internet took off and you could use 'search engines' to find anything (well nearly everything in the early 00's). I managed to find crochet patterns and tutorials and retaught myself a skill that I thought was buried.
I dabbled in a few projects and made bits and bobs over the years, but it wasn't until I found a pattern by Lynne Rowe, in Womans Weekly Knitting and Crochet Magazine, that I rekindled my passion for crochet. I haven't looked back.
8 years ago, my family stayed at a cottage in Dorset. It was the last day of the holiday and we had spent the day in Lyme Regis (the pint of prawns was not a good idea 😶). My husband had bought me a gorgeous diamond encrusted, gold, heart-shaped locket around 3 months earlier and I wore it everyday. Stay with me...
Oh locket where art thou?
When it was time to leave, I sat in the back of the car and I realised that my locket was missing. My own heart sank and I began frantically searching for it. We all retraced our steps and drove back to the cottage to search every room and the shingled driveway. It was gone - I cried.
New tricks
I was around 8 or 9 when my Nana's taught me how to knit and crochet. Crochet was a skill that I picked up quite quickly. Whenever they came to visit, I would sit with them and make small blankets for Sindy or Christmas candles modelled over toilet role inserts. As the years went by and both Nana's passed away, I didn't really pick up the hook or needles, and, much like my locket, the desire to crochet or knit had gone.
Relight my fire
I was in my early 20's when the internet took off and you could use 'search engines' to find anything (well nearly everything in the early 00's). I managed to find crochet patterns and tutorials and retaught myself a skill that I thought was buried.
I dabbled in a few projects and made bits and bobs over the years, but it wasn't until I found a pattern by Lynne Rowe, in Womans Weekly Knitting and Crochet Magazine, that I rekindled my passion for crochet. I haven't looked back.
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