It’s my most favorite hobby.
I think what I like most about it, besides the calming nature of the activity, is that it brings out the creative side in me.
I haven’t yet succeeded in reading crocheting patterns.
Instead, I just “feel” the material and make up things as I go along.
Including hot plates (see practical wall on left),
rugs (not sure why I can’t turn this photo, but I won’t get stuck on it) 🙂
and many more.
So, what happened?
The other day, a friend of mine came to our new house and suggested something we should add to it.
Unfortunately, I can’t recall what it was.
But, what I do recall is saying, “Oh! I can crochet that!!!”
And, his response?
“I think one or two colorful/crocheted things in a contemporary space is nice… it warms up the space and can make things pop, etc…, but too much can be a bit too cutesy/grandma-like/frilly, and begin to define the space more than off-set or warm up the space.”
Wait a minute.
Did he really say that?
How dare he say that about my crocheting!
Didn’t he realize how that affected my crocheting ego?
Does he know what I can say about his house?
But, as I mentioned in my last post, I didn’t stay stuck for long.
I saw how I was judging him.
And, I realized, quite quickly, that he had no bad intentions.
He was just offering his opinion.
And, how silly for me to be insulted by it.
I could take his words or leave them.
But, certainly not stay insulted!
That won’t get me anywhere!
So, I laughed.
Because I found it humorous that something so little could have set me off.
And, humorous that I couldn’t even hear the rest of his words:
“Of course – this is just a question of taste – which is obviously in the eye of the beholder – and you should do what you like and makes you happy!”
I’m feeling very blessed today, for many reasons, one of which is for this practice.