“40, 41, 42, 43. Crap. No no no. 1, 2, 3… 40, 41, 42, 43. Ugh. I must have dropped the last stitch somewhere… 1, 2, 3… 40, 41, 42, 43, 44. Yep. There it is. Five rows down.” *sniffle*
-actual conversation in my head.
Crocheting is relaxing. Most of the time. But there is nothing quite as sad as realizing you dropped a stitch somewhere after you just spent 30 minutes working on your project. Except perhaps, if you were knitting and dropped a stitch, because then your project may completely unravel. I tend to crochet because of its forgiving nature. But even when I can continue with a skipped a stitch, I don’t. Yelling in exasperation usually prompts a friend to say “I can’t see the difference anyway, I am sure it’s fine.” cue narrator voice: However, it was not fine.
Go back. Fix your mistakes. Be harder on yourself. Even if someone else won’t notice, find personal satisfaction in knowing you did your absolute best. Find your skipped stitch and breathe. Accept that the time was not wasted creating nor removing the stitches. Your scarf is teaching you to be patient with yourself. Strive to make all of your work representative of your best self.
dagny arizona 