Crochet

I have crocheted lots of different things.  A few years ago I made a striped blanket in pink, grey, lilac and white. My friends have asked me who made it and are amazed when I tell them I did.  It is perfect and the pattern is exact.  As we know I am now pre-senile so the thought that I might perhaps mess up the pattern for my new wildly coloured rug is not too much of a stretch.  I have been counting the trebles for each part of the pattern and most of them are odd numbers.  I do not want to be the Picasso of crochet; I want everything to align.  However, even though I want it to look good I am not unpicking anything.  Now there is no use telling me that unpicking is easy and I only have one loop to pick up, I utterly refuse to fix it.  I have invested so much time getting it to this stage and for someone as pre-senile as me, it is important to get things finished as soon as possible.  You never know when you will topple over into just plain old senile. Come to think of it, judging by the work already done I think I may have toppled already.  Still I am getting to work with nice bright wools and it is cheering me up during this grey winter days.  I will give the rug to someone who has no idea about crochet and I am sure they will love it.

I believe that I will only be truly senile when I don't know what the crochet hook is used for.  That will be the test!