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The Irish Rose

This week I have gone beyond my comfort zone to crochet. My book “de la semaine” is Lacework for Adventurous Crocheters.” Well, I am not going to start with the how-to book. That would be boring. Why not dive right in to a pattern not only with foreign DC’s and skip 2 ch’s and pattern charts? My third knit project was a freestyle colorwork poncho with a cabled bottom. I have a photo. Just not here.

I have been a little hard on the crochet hook. I don’t like the dense feel of crochet. The cost alone will convert you, but sometimes you just can’t do in knit what you can do in crochet. Then there is the rhythm. With knitting, it’s 1 – 1 – 1 – 1…unless if you throw in a yo,then you have 1 – 1 – 2 – 1 – 1. But with crochet, you are literally waltzing withing your hook and yarn. Double crochet is the 1 – 2 – 3, 1 – 2 -3  that we sometimes need in our lives. You can go backward easier. It is simply a different rhythm than knitting.

MARCH IS CROCHET MONTH, but I have decided to adopt a few more months for crochet. In my newest addition to the shop (a 2012 book), “Quick & Simple Crochet Scarves” there is a Saroyan. The shawlette is called the “Fallen Leaves Shawlette.” I think it is très approprié to have the knitted Saroyan side by side with the Fallen Leaves.

Until then, we have Paula here on Thursdays and Joie on Saturdays to teach you the proper way to hold the hook and yarn. Otherwise, you can get my wild perspective any day of the week (except Saturday).

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Irish Rose and basic crochet work in Sheepwalk Hand Dyed yarn.

Pink is my …. friend?

Well, Ladies & Gentleman, I was just complaining to my partner in dye, Jill, that I made the mistake of crossing paths with an old flame. That same afternoon I headed out back to the dye kitchen and, literally, everything was pink. I tried for red. I tried for purple. Thursday morning I revisited my finished work and it felt like I had walked in a to lovey-dovey garden. Cupid hit me hard.

Jill was ready to dye browns, emeralds and blues. The world was set right this morning. She then took red by the horns and mastered the art of making ALL of the dye to dilute in the boiling hot water. She giggled like a squeaky girl when the dye began to pop and crackle.

We also discovered that your personality can affect the outcome. Jill had her mind set on nicely blended colors and every skein I touched looks hand painted! The hilarity is killing me.

We are now on a dye hiatus!