I have a love of granny squares. I always have. My mama made me a bedspread when I was a little girl that was nothing but granny squares and it was perfect. I held on to it through college and then, somewhere along the way, I no longer possessed it. I have no idea what happened to it because barring a natural disaster eating it whole, I would have kept it for all eternity. Over the years, I have attempted to learn crochet and over the years, I have failed. I would give it an honest go but my knitting brain was not comprehending the crochet word. I couldn't get my hands to do what my logical brain thought it could figure out... and actually, I still don't know if I could because I was taught the same way I learned to knit - sitting at my mama's feet.
|My 1st Granny Squares|
There I was, just like so many years before, with instrument and yarn in hand, eager to tackle the project... and I was successful! I now know how to make a granny square. I don't know the names of the stitches. I don't know how to write out the pattern but I can work it. I can physically manipulate the hook and yarn to create cute little squares... and that makes this old dog very happy.