or…that time I had to crochet something and I didn’t know how to crochet.
My friend Shay makes wonderful crocheted items. A few years back I tried to persuade her to make me a wreath, in the style of Attic24.
“You’re crafty,” she said. “Make it your own self.”
“Damn you, Shay,” said I, as I took my own self off to the store to buy yarn.
“Damn you, Shay,” as I dug around in my craft stuff for crochet hooks.
“Damn you, Shay,” as I struggled with the magic ring.
“Damn you, Shay,” as I looked up how to do double crochet.
Turns out you can’t go far wrong crocheting flowers.
It doesn’t look much like the inspiration, but it’s good enough for me.
“Damn you, Shay, you were right. I made it my own self.”
But forever after, we will call it the demouché wreath.
My husband deadpanned, "I think it’s needs more color. " He’s almost as funny as he thinks he is.
P.S. Have I crocheted anything else? No, I have not.
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