When I was a middle school student, my great aunt Thelma taught me to crochet. This was in the days when yarn didn’t come in easy-to-pull-out skeins. Back in the day, when I was visiting her, she would have me hold my two hands out about two feet apart. Then she would patiently roll the yarn into a ball.
Fast forward fifty years, and I did it again this morning. Only this time, my knees were the helper.
That first photo gave me a chuckle. The blanket is gorgeous. 80 sounds nice.
I crochet as well. I think my mother taught me. Boy I hate having to untangle a skein of yarn. Always worth the time it takes to make a ball.
I love the photo – very clever approach to creating that ball of yarn. I love the colors and pattern of your blanket – what a beautiful project!