When I was younger, my grandmother patiently tried to teach me to crochet. I did not understand it at all. Knitting and crochet were the activities that my aunts and grandmother participated in and I just never figured it out. I would say I was impatient, but I learned how to cross stitch and counted cross stitch, which requires equal numbers of patience. For whatever reason, when my grandmother was alive, I never learned how to crochet. As an adult, I started into yarn crafts with knitting. It just seemed to click. And still, I never learned how to crochet. My grandmother passed away two years after I graduated high school. The missing skill always bugged me as I came down our steps and landed on the rug that my grandmother crocheted for her own home. After days of reading and researching and re-reading, I finally can say I learned how to crochet and I finished my first crochet project after numerous failed attempts over the years. And with that skill, I feel like I can continue the tradition that my grandmother started.
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