Chez Spud

I’m on a self-imposed Crochet Break. It’s breaking my heart because I love it so much, but crochet is breaking me and that’s can’t be good. My wrist is painful, tingling and numbness in my fingers, up my arm and in to my elbow and should. Carpel Tunnel nastiness I suppose. Weep. That’s not at all good.

I’ve not even been very prolific in terms of output recently. A couple of sweet headscarves as presents for little girls, above. And then Wilbur the Whale for The Wife’s youngest child.

A couple of Little Secret Things that I can’t show just now, and that’s it. The problem is that I had to rework both the headscarves AND Wilbur endlessly. Neither are hard patterns, but following them, keeping an even tension etc etc is tougher than I thought it would be. I think possibly I’ve been trying to run before I can walk, but you have to start somewhere right? You can’t just granny and ripple forever?

So I’m taking a break before I do some long term damage. Is it normal for crochet to break you like this? It’s annoying because The List of Things I want to make isn’t getting any shorter. I have a lovely book called Crochet for Boys & Girls and I want to make pretty much everything in it. Diggy has put an order in for this blanket:

And both boys want one of these:

Then I’d like to make these for my imaginary daughters:

Although I suspect it’s probably just as well that my daughters ‘are’ imaginary as I think that coat might just cripple me for life. Surely it’s a life’s work? Perhaps I could make it for my imaginary grand-daughter? I think that’s a more realistic time frame.

But for now I must nurse my poorly Crochet Claw and hope some rest will cure the pain.  Who knew crafting could be so hurty? Weep.

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