Despite posting about this summer’s fashions, I haven’t been wearing any crocheted items, apart from my tarn bag. That’s turned out to be a bit of a let down, because I didn’t think about the practicalities of such an item. What was I thinking? I have toddlers and I need to carry 2 changes of clothes, wipes, drinks, and other child-related items. My tarn bag has beautiful colours and I love it because it has something from all my family stitched into it, but there’s no way I can fit even half the stuff in, so it’s only useful when I am out on my own. Most of the time it annoys Mr Pointy (he doesn’t mention it, but I can tell) by cluttering up the dining room as a filing cabinet which is such a shame for something that makes me smile.
I suspect the lovely shawl I poured hours into (now blocking on the bathroom floor) will be a gift for someone. I have never worn a shawl or stole in my life, and I’m unlikely to, because I’m not sure how to, or if I can pull off the look without looking 80 years old. Oh, and of course the colour is wrong. It seems even muted yellow makes me look like a strange alien-swamp-monster-thing. Why did I make it anyway? I wanted to make hairpin lace again, and joining in the crochet-along was a convenient way to do that in a social environment.
Could I have prevented these problems? Of course! All I had to do was look in my wardrobe to see what I already had, think about my lifestyle and how the item would fit in.
Did I do any of that? No. I saw something I liked and had to make it, so I found whatever looked almost-suitable in my stash (the right amount or yarn, in not too hideous a colour), and began. I regret doing it every time and vow that next time I will think before I begin. Halfway through the project I realise I’ve not thought it through, but it always seems too late to frog it, so it hibernates on a shelf before I throw it away years later, feeling guilty about the wasted time and yarn.
I suppose I’m a process-crocheter, who is more concerned with using the technique and enjoying the process than using the final object.
Please tell me about your wearable (should that be un-wearable?) disasters, because I need to know I’m not alone.