Growing up, I was focussed on just one thing and it was academics. I was good at all the subjects in school. Okay, not all because I was pathetic in P.E. and Art. There was nothing else considered as important as academics in my parents’ perspective and I was never encouraged to pursue a world, even as a hobby, outside the world of books. They had their reasons which I have understood all along.
As far as I can recall, there was 1 odd summer vacation, during the time I was in 9th Std, when I joined a hobby class to give company to a friend whose parents’ idea was “Padhai vadhai main kuch nahin rakha hai, silaai kadhai seekh lo.” It was in the same colony where we lived in and I used to cycle down to the class in the late hot afternoons. I did fabric painting. No matter how I fared at fabric painting, I enjoyed it. It never went anywhere from there after the holidays ended because the studies never gave enough time after the school reopened.
My brother was talented in drawing and painting however I was not at anything obvious except for sitting silently with a children’s magazine. Candidly speaking, it was fine for me to live in a space like that with no particular skill. The thought ‘I love to read and can write’ was enough for me to feel proud of.
All was nice until I landed in the blogosphere and came to know the lives of bloggers closely. Here, almost everyone was good at reading and writing. In fact, they were far far better than me and yet it was only a small part of who they were unlike me. They had multi-faceted interests. They happened to be good at sketching, cooking, organising, crafting, painting, pickling, tarot card reading and what not. Admittedly, these inspiring bloggers opened up an altogether new horizon for me making me realise I was living in a myopic world. Really! I have come to gather such various activities are akin to creative windows and the importance of having these windows in one’s life. Therefore, when Corinne puts up a post of homemade pickled mangoes or when Shilpa Halwe shares her doodling and sketching or when Rajlakshmi shares her soap making post, I know the possibilities are vast.
With this newly dawned wisdom, I have taken to dabbling in crocheting.
The thought struck me a day before my birthday while I was browsing books (colouring books) in a shop. None of the colouring books were interesting or anything close to the one I already have, the one I have used as my go-to therapy in the past months. While browsing through the aisle, a crochet book laden with beautiful and inviting pictures of crochet craft works caught my fancy. I bought it and spent the next 15 days dreaming about all the stuff I would be creating with the power of the crochet hook. It was also the time the tamed negative voice in my head kept telling me, “You have not been good at knitting. You were a failure at it. You do not even know the basics of crocheting. Are you sure it is not one of your kind of quirks which will vanish the moment you spend considerable money on collecting resources?” I did not fight the voice, did not see the point in it. The whole idea was to work on mindfulness.
On 1st July, 15 days later, I bought my first set of yarn and an appropriate hook. I turned to YouTube tutorials for crocheting lessons. Initially, it was a challenge understanding from the YouTube videos how to make the slip knot and the chain stitch. When I got this right in 2 days time, I graduated to make a square of double crochet stitches. For the next 7 days, I practiced the square but each time I ended up with a triangle because I either lost or missed the corner stitches. I learned from my repeated mistakes and then got the square right after which seemed like a lot of triangles.
When I shared the pictures of my progress with my family, they were curious to know when was I going to make a sweater or a cap. A few of the friends, I shared my progress with, encouragingly asked about my crochet project. Although I had taken up this hobby with the intent of practicing mindfulness, I deemed it to be interesting to start making Granny Squares, actually lots of them and then finally sew them together to make a blanket or a table runner or something like that. It took me 3 days or 3-4 hours in total to get my first square right.
My first granny squares and round coasters posing as flowers here.
Today is 29th July and I am happy with myself to have considered crocheting. It feels like this time is the right time. I have crocheted every single day in July spending a minimum of 1 hour each day. Since last Friday, I have been up to something, my first project about which I cannot wait to tell but since it is a surprise gift for a dear one hence I will stay hushed. A request to my friends who are aware of what it is to not share it or talk about it in the comment section as yet.
On a closing note, thank you to all you wonderful people for inspiring me.
Linking this post with #MondayMusings hosted by Corinne Rodrigues