In 1999-think-my sister (4 years younger) tried to teach me once. There was no case. She made a beautiful bag, but I could barely make a chain ... and not a point alike. Sigh of resignation.
When I was younger, my grandmother tried, but my fingers refused to cooperate. Another sigh, but this time she, as he said "leave, Baby, do something else." I did.
And the years passed, was 2009, I grew bastaaaaaaaaante ... and I came back to bite the bug "crochetístico." And now I'm more stubborn than a mule, so I decided. My beautiful mother told me step by step, he had a patience worthy of a saint I learned to do some wonderful things and here I am. Internet helps me a lot with the "inspiration" and I'm pretty self-taught (without discounting that I have spare time), the chapazos but I manage when I do something and there is no pattern. And I consider it very therapeutic, I am tame when I am engaged in my threads ... the / as they say "NOT FOR ME, I HAVE NO PATIENCE" I say, I also had it (I came from the factory), little by little you learn to not be anxious, to want to make things complicated do not know points. Do not you get to be zen, but almost almost:)
And through this humble little blog I show my progress and achievements, my inventions and-why no, my failures, and meet nice people who share my love of crochet (because this is love, do not call otherwise).
I hope to record, both to update and to keep creating and not be discouraged when the needles and threads do not cooperate with me! : D
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