...there was a girl dreaming of a beautiful scarf. But because of its painful history with crocheting this girl (= me) did not even start to think about making one for itself.
Crocheting used to drive me mad. I got knotted in my hands and head.
There are things in life that just not ought to be. Accept it. Better for yourself and the people who live with you.
But don't give up hoping for the impossible because sometimes those scarves simply fall out of the blue directly into your lap.
... well, I guess knowing this awfully mad and incredibly talented and generous girl helped A LOT.
What a surprise!
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Katrin for this flower scarf!!!
Katrin knew from reading my blog that I had been dreaming of this scarf for some time. She collected cotton yarn in the brightest of colours (not really something she had in her stash!) and taught herself to crochet flowers only for me... isn't that touching?
It is not exactly like Marianne's scarf but very similar to hers and I took the freedom to let myself be inspired by her beautiful picture of it and went to my favourite photo shooting tree...
To stay out of the colourful flower crocheting business for unable to crochet friends in the future Katrin wrote a fantastic fool proof instruction for me and I am so thankful for that because it WORKS!!! It's not such an abstract pattern with weird symbols that never fail to drive me crazy but a step by step instruction using clear words. Phew, that's so much better!
Here Katrin's easy peasy Haekelblume in detail...
And here... MINE!!!!
I got bold after that first success and tried a different pattern... felted that one could easily pass as a Christmas ornament, don't you think?
And since no one takes pity on me regarding the pillows and blankets I am so fond of... I saw no other way than trying that as well...
Oh, so many possibilities just because of this brilliant instruction Katrin wrote for me!
PS: This scarf came with a big bunch other gifts, some of them terribly attractive to my daughter (lots of glitter goods and kool aid) that I had to hide them to prevent her eating or scatter them all over the place...
Hide them somewhere safe, where she cannot reach them.
On the fridge, maybe. Or a closet?
Damn those safe places.
It always takes so long to track those hidden things down...
Once again, Katrin, thank you for everything!