We were supposed to get our holiday decorating done this weekend and nope, it didn't happen. Saturday was the last day of the kids' soccer season and D was part of a tournament for his age group. We were at the fields for four games with long waits between games. We all got home ready to shower and go straight to bed. That's what everyone did but me (the going to bed part). Somehow, I ended up with a crochet hook, yarn from an old forgotten stash and the urge to create a freeform something/anything. I ended up with this scarf.
My Mom taught me to crochet when I was about 8 or 9. I don't remember if it was easy or not for me to pick up. I do remember just making things off and on with yarn that my Mom would buy me or give me from leftovers of the afghans that she made us (and that we still use). My first projects where clothes and accessories for my dolls. My latest projects have been small purses for little C. The one and only time I've used a pattern was many years ago when I made a large doily as a gift for my Mom. I didn't realize that until just now.
I don't crochet that often at all. But it does feel like a long time friend. The kind that you don't visit that frequently but that when you do see each other again, you pick up right where you left off the last time and you enjoy every minute of it.