when i was in hospital – neuro-ward and the Occupational therapists and Physios were working on ward with all sorts of brain problems and rehab, the lady in the next bed, Elizabeth, was told to maybe ask her husband to bring her up her pen and paper….or her knitting.
I was only into my meningitis phases so had another long sit looming ahead…
soooo ….i mentioned that I used to know, but had never crocheted.
One of the nurses…we shall call her “Derry” – piped up that she loved crochet- and was hooked on it (poor pun) while sitting at night watching tele.
I really thought crochet was a blue rinse sport…and in fact had NEVER seen it done. I had knitted jumpers at college and beyond as MANY of us did. Mammy could knit but was rubbish at necks of jumpers! (sorry mammy!)x
Now my mammy never crocheted…so in effect i think maybe crochet in Ireland missed a generation in many houses….but the whole idea really appealed to my Irish hand-me-down-craft side and thankfully saved my sanity for the remaining 6 weeks in the ward….
anyhow…long story short, within that week Derry had taught me to crochet and poor Jimmy had been dispatched to the wool shop two streets away. The doctors thought it was hilarious initially as it was a wee “thing”
a high quality REHAB blanket…crocheted in best local to hospital wool!
My next one was an “embarrass-your-sons-at-the-match” blanket in colours that matched their local team.
So my Enniskillen gaels knee blanket…for cold evenings in the stand 🙂
The NEXT project was the granny squares…
So next target??
once i find out HOW TO…