When I first learned to crochet, the joy for me was in the making the series of interconnected loops that were the foundation of the crochet pieces I made. Working in rows or working in rounds, the part I enjoyed most was making the stitches.
At that time, I still viewed finishing work (the joining of pieces and the weaving in of ends) as twin evils that were necessary, but took away from time to “crochet,” and like many contemporary designers, I was constantly/chronically looking for short cuts and evasions to give me the look I wanted without having to do the work I had learned to think of as tedious.
I knew that there was some cosmic law against tying ends in crochet (as opposed to weaving them in), and I was unwilling to thumb my nose at the cosmos, so I wove in ends — some times in a slightly grudging manner, other times with a feigned neutrality.
It has only been in the past few years that I have come to enjoy the finishing work that is a necessary component of all crochet pieces, and today I got to put my perspective to use with the Little Boy Blue blanket as the past three days had left plenty of finishing work to be done.
So I spent all of my crochet day today joining squares and weaving in ends, and I managed to finish all of the piecing and weaving work for the first eight rows of the project. Here is a view of the front:
here is a view of the back:
and here is the blue scrap yarn ball with today’s scraps added to it:
In letting go of my avoidance of ends and piecing, a whole world of crochet has opened up to me, and I like to think that crochet (and crafting in general) is not about making our worlds smaller (by avoiding things we think we don’t or won’t like), but is about finding our way and leaving something of value in our wake that both we and others can enjoy.