A journey to learn crochet, the hobby that changed my life

Hello everyone, how are you? Today I'm going to tell you about my complete crocheting journey, how I learned to crochet.

I might have learned crochet at a young age, but I'll also tell you how crochet helped me on my journey.

First of all, my name is Ashrakat, and this is my blog where I write stories about my life or a story about one of my friends' lives, or things like that.

First of all, I learned to crochet when I was in sixth grade. One day, I went out to get something for my mom. You might be wondering how I could go alone to get something for my mom. I'll tell you that we live in a very small village, and we all know each other, so it was safer for me to go out and get something for my mom from the supermarket, which belongs to my uncle.

I went to the supermarket and found it very crowded. Next to the supermarket was one of our neighbors whose daughter was a year older than me.

I really liked this girl, and I loved I sat with her and found her sitting, so I was happy to sit with her. I saw what she was doing; she was holding a needle and thread and crocheting.

We didn't have the culture of crocheting and knitting and all that stuff. We just called it yarn, yarn, yarn. We didn't have anything called crochet. We didn't know the difference between crochet and those things, and we didn't even know the difference between types of yarn. I saw her working, so I went and sat next to her and watched her.

She asked me if I was interested in these things, and I said yes, I really like them. So I asked her if she could teach me. She taught me, and I was so grateful to her. She didn't hesitate to teach me, and that wasn't the case in our village because everyone who had information kept it to themselves, and no one shared it with anyone.

I was so happy then. She taught me the first stitch, which was the chain stitch, and then she taught me the single crochet stitch.

You let me try holding the needle and yarn and making my first chain stitch. I made a few chain stitches, and then I made my first single crochet.

After that, I noticed the shop was less crowded, so I went and bought what my mom wanted. When I got home, I found my mom very worried and upset about me being late. She kept asking me why I was late and so on.

Of course, all mothers worry about their children, normal mothers, of course. Well, then I told her about it, and she was very excited about the idea. She said if I wanted to go and learn from her, that was fine.

And if I wanted, she could bring me a needle and yarn when I moved to the city, that was fine too. Anyway, my sister was married and lived in the next town, where these things were readily available.

When she saw how much I loved crocheting and sewing, she told me she would enroll me in a course there. The teacher, or instructor, was a beginner. She only knew the basic stitches; she didn't know anything about the circle, or how to make it, or anything like that.

All she knew was how to make a chain stitch, a single crochet, a double crochet, and a half double crochet. She would watch videos, listen to what they were doing, then follow along and teach me how to do it the same way.

I felt that was enough, so I ended the story there. I didn't go back to that instructor for a while. After all the time I spent with her, the summer classes, and everything else, I was shocked when I heard about the death of the girl who was a year older than me, the one I had learned to crochet from.

I was very sad for her, and we were all sad because she was kind and optimistic, and everyone loved her. I want to tell you something else.When I went home after this girl taught me the chain stitch and the single crochet stitch, I was so excited, so I asked my mother if she could bring me any old crocheted items. She told me there was an old blanket she was going to throw away and that I could use it.

I went straight home and told my mom, and I was excited about the idea. I went and got a nail and took the old blanket.

My mom told me it was okay to use it and that I could unravel it, so I unraveled it and put the yarn on a spool. I started working, learning step by step. I repeated the chain stitch a few times, and the single crochet a few times—I'm creative, you know.

I can imagine things, so I could imagine what the pencil case would look like when I finished it. And that's how I made a pencil case. You might be wondering why I made a pencil case.

After realizing that the instructor wasn't helping me at all except teach me the half double crochet and double crochet stitches, I want to tell you something else.

While I was with the instructor, I made a scarf for myself and many more for my cousins. Of course, they paid me for the yarn because I was still a beginner at the time, so I wasn't getting paid for my work.

I was still learning. And I don't want to tell you that they never wore those scarves because they were so awful.

After I stopped with the instructor, I asked my sister for permission, opened her laptop, and learned online how to make a bag. I made one for myself because I really wanted to.

Of course, as crochet beginners, don't do anything like that. Start with simple things, things that are easy to find and use frequently.

The bag was full of mistakes, but it looked so beautiful, and I was so proud of myself. That was my story, and now I love crocheting. Crocheting has been a source of comfort for me during difficult times. If you love crocheting, you can follow me to learn more about it and other topics I love and will share with you.