Ah, there is just nothing as nice at meeting good friends for a cup of coffee and a muffin at Starbucks. Unless, of course it is meeting friends who want to learn to crochet. Crochet is a lost art and I am always happy to teach some one this craft. Well, it did not actually start out that way.
See, my friend Kay, wanted to make an afghan. Her daughter, Diane, had suggested it as a past time since Kay knew how. Well, seems it had been several years since Kay had done this and needed a refresher course. I was most happy to oblige, being the kind soul I am with lots of time on my hands. So we purchased the yarn, pattern and ONE hook. Now in all fairness, I told her she might need another size and steered her to a set, which she declined.
To make a long story even longer, I wound up bringing the whole mess home to figure out the pattern. I decided the yarn was not conducive to a beginner as it kept splitting. So with a bigger hook, which Kay suggested, I got it to work, but found another pattern I liked so I started that one also. Now keep track here. I now have TWO afghans started. So let's meet at Starbucks and see what we have. Two of us had muffins and one of us cringed with a frightened aorta over those things.
When Kay arrived she had in tow her lovely daughter, Diana. She was here for her dad's birthday. Oh and it was her birthday also. Happy Birthday to you! There you see the paper that held her muffin which she snarfed down while using two hands to crochet. The girl is good! Back to the subject. She was fascinated and decided she would like to learn to crochet right there in the middle of Starbucks on 4th Street right by the drive thru.
Our first and probably the most daunting task, was to learn how to tie a slip knot. Unfortunately her dear mother was no help on this one since she had carefully saved the first slip knot she ever made just so she would never have to make another one. After many attempts and much pulling of hair on my part, the slip knot was completed and there you see it above! And a beautiful slip knot it was. Some man did find it necessary to come to our table and tell us he could not help but over hear us and his wife had tried to teach him the art and he had not learned. We actually had several men advise us and one did say that perhaps we were having way to much fun to learn anything! He may have been right on that!
To wind this up, let me say, a good time was had by all. Diana was sent in search of a ball of yarn and a hook to match with instructions to practice form, tension, and patience with the ripping out and starting over in order to have something recognizeable. And I am sure she will accomplish that when she gets back to Oklahoma. I, myself, had a wonderful time and will be most happy when little Diana pops up here again because she is such a delight!
And guess what I will be doing this afternoon? I am giving a crochet lesson to a couple ladies at the SCAP office. Oh, and we are going to have a quilt lesson also. But for now, I bid adieu to my two friends at Starbucks who I am sure are at home practicing slip knots and single crochet and double crochet. The art is not dead!!! Long live needlecraft of every sort.
(And when I find the link I need, I will be putting the whole show on in a slide show, so watch for that to come on here or facebook!)
Ah, there is just nothing as nice at meeting good friends for a cup of coffee and a muffin at Starbucks. Unless, of course it is meeting friends who want to learn to crochet. Crochet is a lost art and I am always happy to teach some one this craft. Well, it did not actually start out that way.
See, my friend Kay, wanted to make an afghan. Her daughter, Diane, had suggested it as a past time since Kay knew how. Well, seems it had been several years since Kay had done this and needed a refresher course. I was most happy to oblige, being the kind soul I am with lots of time on my hands. So we purchased the yarn, pattern and ONE hook. Now in all fairness, I told her she might need another size and steered her to a set, which she declined.
To make a long story even longer, I wound up bringing the whole mess home to figure out the pattern. I decided the yarn was not conducive to a beginner as it kept splitting. So with a bigger hook, which Kay suggested, I got it to work, but found another pattern I liked so I started that one also. Now keep track here. I now have TWO afghans started. So let's meet at Starbucks and see what we have. Two of us had muffins and one of us cringed with a frightened aorta over those things.
When Kay arrived she had in tow her lovely daughter, Diana. She was here for her dad's birthday. Oh and it was her birthday also. Happy Birthday to you! There you see the paper that held her muffin which she snarfed down while using two hands to crochet. The girl is good! Back to the subject. She was fascinated and decided she would like to learn to crochet right there in the middle of Starbucks on 4th Street right by the drive thru.
