Hooked

I’ll be the first to admit it – I’m hooked on crocheting. I love it. I have a dresser upstairs in my guest room with two drawers stuffed full of balls of yarn of varying sizes and colors, the remains of the many projects I’ve crocheted over the years. And, until we moved about 2 years ago, I had a little white tube (crocheted of course!) full of crochet hooks of almost every size. Never was I wanting for yarn or crochet hooks. Unfortunately, I managed to somehow lose my crochet hooks in the move. I’ve looked for them several times (in all the same places, but I keep hoping…) but they haven’t turned up. I really should just bite the bullet and go buy new ones, but I’m such a scrooge that I can’t bear to part with money to buy something I KNOW I already have, somewhere.

So, because I can’t find my crochet hooks, I haven’t done much crocheting over the last two years. I do still have two different hooks (of differing sizes – thank goodness for that!) that were stuck in half-completed projects tucked away in the yarn-stuffed drawers. But without the hooks my patterns called for, I just couldn’t bring myself to do any serious crocheting. Few things were appealing (or called for the hooks I still have). However, my daughter’s doll Dmelle is apparently in desperate need of clothing, and in an effort to make a point about frugality, I’ve tried my hand at crocheting doll clothes. I’m happy to say I’ve managed to modify one set of instructions for doll pajamas such that I could use the hooks I have and they (mostly) look and fit the way the original plans intended. But I think I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’m just going to have to buy a whole new set of hooks.

If I happen to have lent you my crochet hooks (which I can’t imagine I’ve done but honestly, I’m desperate here), please speak up!

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