For me, crochet is not just a craft or a hobby, it is a transcendent experience.
I cannot explain in words what it is about the hook and yarn that so captivates me, I can only hope that the work I produce expresses, in someway, what I cannot.
As I documented yesterday, I completed all the permutations for my three-round Babette inspired granny square.
Using 8 colors, taken two at time, and using the first color for the first two rounds, and the second color for the third round, I made 56 squares; no two of which were exactly alike.
In the second iteration, I used the same 8 colors (hot red, shocking pink, pumpkin, bright yellow, spring green, turqua, blue, and amethyst), again, taken two at a time, but for these squares, I used the first color for the first round, and the second color for the second and third rounds.
When I had sorted though the squares last night to prepare for the work I was going to do today, I was under the impression that I had made all of the squares I needed to make with the blue center, but when I laid them out for their group photo, I discovered that the square with the first round in blue and rounds two and three in amethyst had not been made.
So, when I was ready to take the photo of today’s work, I only had 55 of the 56 squares needed to complete this iteration.
However, dusk was nearing, so I had to take the photo with the squares that were available.
Tomorrow, I will make the missing square and begin the process of determining how I will join the squares and what color I will use to do so.
My hope is that when this project is done, it will transport the viewer in much the same way the project has transported me.