A couple of years ago I was inspired to create a range of crochet necklaces.
My skills are pretty basic. I learned how to crochet at school when I was twelve.
It sounds a strange thing to teach a bunch of pre-pubescent girls but it wasn’t as anachronistic as it seems. We weren’t being taught proper, womenly occupations. We were in fact innocents caught up in a well-planned blackmail exercise.
Those particular lessons occurred in the run-up to the school fair. So along with learning a little handicraft, we were also producing piles of wonky accessories which parents were then obliged to purchase.
I attempted and failed to make a crochet blanket so my own parents were quite literally off the hook. I think they may have bought jasmine scented handcream, fudge, coconut ice and other typical fair fare of the time. The eau de jasmine might give you a clue about when that might have been.
My inability to produce a blanket was less of a disappointment than you might think because the colours I chose were horrendous. If memory serves me right, these were they –
Although my early crocheting was tinged with failure, abysmal colour choice and complicity, I returned to it after my first offspring were sprung.
My motivation for doing so was a desire to add to the treasure trove of beloved heirloom items we are so lucky to have.
Carefully folded on shelves or hanging on towel rails used every day are riches disguised as humble domestic objects. My babies great great grandmother through to my mother (their grandma) have imbued these items with love and beauty.
I simply aspire to add to this lovely collection in the knowledge that one day my babies or their babes will possess them in their homes. In this way their ancestral mamas will be present in both hearts and hearth.
For one reason or another I have to date made one and a half blankets. With my half blanket I appear to have continued a wont of making unsatisfactorily sized covers. I called it my practice run, dubbed it a lap blanket and moved on to a pattern that suited my tendency to arrive quickly at ideas and boredom.
Bathing in the satisfaction of finally finishing a blanket that is capable of being used as such, I kept crocheting for a while although sensibly focussed on much smaller projects. That’s where the necklaces come in.
I searched for a pattern using the keywords ‘quick’ and ‘easy’. It’s best if you also add another couple of words such as ‘crochet’ and ‘pattern’. Just saying.
I found one for a crochet bib necklace that was allegedly capable of being completed within 45 minutes.
It actually came pretty close.
After the first necklace I put the pattern aside and came up with my own designs. After all, to a great extent it’s simply a matter of going in one direction then turning around and going in another.
I made several while the motivation lasted.
I haven’t had much opportunity to wear these this past winter. They look good though worn with a plain singlet and suit jacket.
Here’s part of the collection.
One day soon I’ll start on a new blanket.
What have you made for your kids in the way of inheritable treasure?