Admittedly, I’ve been pretty awful about updating this stupid thing.
I’m sure all of you have assumed, as anyone would, that I have either died or quit crocheting. In fact, neither of those things happened. Last time I checked I was still breathing with some regularity and managing most mental functions. As for crocheting, I am always crocheting. What I am not always doing, is completing.
I could list a bazillion reasons why I don’t have eighty bazillion things to show you, from reworking patterns to abandoning ship, but what it usually comes down to is a combination of lack of enthusiasm and general laziness. Case in point, here’s a spoiler for a project you’ll see down the line:
Why yes, yes that is Harry Potter’s head. I’ve been working on it for Mike’s sister’s birthday WHICH WAS TWO MONTHS AGO and I have yet to figure out a body I’m ok with. And you guys should see the blankie I have yet to complete for someone whose baby was born THREE MONTHS AGO. It would be gorgeous if it was done.
Luckily, at any given time I’m usually working on four or five projects, so sometimes an exciting small project gets finished. My recent obsession? Housewares!
The first time I saw a little crochet pot scrubber was my freshman year of college. My neighbor, Stephanie, being the only dorm dweller who bothered to regularly do her dishes (consequently, her room was the only one even remotely pleasant to be in) had a few that her aunt had made her. They worked so well, and were so freaking cute! I took a good look and immediately knew the circle pattern used, so I could replicate it in its entirety.
But what the hell was it made out of?
Six years later, I find out during a visit with Mike’s family. After a quick call from his mom to his Aunt Nancy, who I will henceforth refer to as “Greatest of All Mike’s and at Least Five Other People’s Aunts of All Time”, I was informed that it was plain nylon netting. Thanks, GAMLFOPAAT! I owe you one!
Obviously, I immediately went straight to the store to buy netting. Except I had no idea what netting was. It’s not sold in the yarn section of the store, and that’s the only section I’m familiar with. (Well, that and the kid section that I peruse under the guise of looking for good stuff to do with Olive except I really just want to look because those boxed craft sets look really, really fun…) It took me awhile to figure out what netting even was, let alone where to find it.
Turns out, it’s a fabric, which means I had to go to the sewing people’s section of the store. This sent me into immediate palpitations. Perhaps I am overly dramatic, but there is nothing more painfully terrifying than the fabric section of a craft store. Seriously, that place is horrible. You have to walk through all these stacks of scraps made from god knows what till you pick out the particular god knows what that you need to complete your @$%# if I know. Then, you need to tell someone else how much of it you need and have them cut it for you, which is just an utter joy when you have never in your life bought fabric, have no idea exactly what you’re supposed to be doing with it when you get it home anyway, and are pretty sure you’re going to have to cut it into two inch strips but also fairly certain that she’s not going to cut it into those strips for you.
So the lady could probably tell, as I meekly approached her and requested she show me the nylon netting, that I had absolutely no idea where I was or how I would ever find myself back to my safe section of the craft store again. “How many yards?” she asked. I had no idea, so I used an even number, “Two?” I asked. And I went home, with two yards of two different colors of things that I sincerely hoped were netting.
Anyway, I got it home, cut it into strips (which was a freaking feat in and of itself) and very quickly made this guy:
Since he was replacing a sponge and I have a really big stash of cotton yarn, I gave him a softer, gentler side:
I LOVE this scrubbie! It works as well, if not better, than a sponge, and will scrub the crap out of your pots. They will not know what hit them! Plus, when it starts to smell weird, and it will, you just pop it in the washer and *tada* good as new!
Of course, seeing my cotton in its various colors and forms made me really excited about my kitchen all of a sudden. You see, dear readers, my kitchen looks like this:
It’s really, really beige. And that’s not just one corner, that’s the color of my entire kitchen. And I have to cook in there.
Officially, I made it that big so I could also use it as a trivet. Truthfully, I didn’t put it up to an existing potholder and just assumed it should be bigger than my hand.
Perhaps I should post the chart for that soon? It’s pretty easy.
And that’s how I defeated the fabric section of a craft store, and my beige kitchen of doom.