In a previous life — Before Blog — I occasionally crocheted. I’ve never learned to knit, knitting requiring two needles, which necessitates far more coordination than I’m capable of, but crocheting I can do — a little.
One year, I made three shrugs for Christmas. One was in black wool shot with gold filament, and given to my now-ex-sister-in-law. Below are photos of the other two. A shrug, by the way, is a shawl with sleevelets.
This is our classmate from theology school, in a variegated-wool shrug of a straightforward pattern. (The slice of manhood belongs to my sonnyboy. )
And here is E.g. in hers, in a more open stitch. The blue-green wool was hand-dyed in Nova Scotia. I was more — umm — experimental with this one, but E.g. does wear it, on chilly evenings at home.
I’ve also crocheted a number of pairs of slippers. These are probably the only plain pair I’ve made; the others have usually resembled running shoes or chubby livestock, or had little attached medallions that look like animal faces.
Last year (I think) , I picked up a ball of this beautiful soft wool, and treble-crocheted it into this lacy little coat scarf for E.g. She wears it just about every day, outside even, in the Spring and Fall. Success!
Keep warm this week, everybody!