Most of my crocheted projects end up with my children or a family member. I don’t make a lot for myself. I want to have pretty crocheted things to show off. They’re stolen. By my children. They’re evil. EVIL. One in particular. She looks so much better wearing my hat or carrying my purse than I do. I can’t say no to her. I try but she gives me the look. It’s hard to resist.
Take for example this hat:
Me. Just doesn’t look right.
Her. Perfect fit and look.
I’m losing the war when it comes to who gets the pretty crochet. I’m okay with being on the losing side. I’ve won a few battles along the way. She knows better than to use my afghan. I worked hard for two years to finish it so I’ve claimed it for my own. I’m going to start on a cardigan for myself this summer. She’s growing but she’s not going to be wearing the same size clothes as me for a long time. I’ll get to keep the cardigan for my very own. Until she convinces me to make it in her size….