Crochet and I, not the best of buddies

I neglected to include one key photo in my recap of Thanksgiving knitting. Because it's embarrassing.

I know crochet isn't really any easier or harder than knitting. They are different. They are essentially dissimilar, though of course the general stick/string commonality makes me forget this. I know certain truths about both- knitting is my preferred obsession, but I like to crochet with thread and I love making fast afghans with crochet. I like to make baby blankets with crochet, since they use more yarn but generally I'm using cheaper yarn so I don't care! I know, call me a knitting yarn snob. I've knit my fair share of acrylic, and surely will again. Hello kitty hats.

That is neither here nor there. LOOK what I did. Oh the sighing.



I tried to conceal it a bit in this photo, but see all the ruched up fabric? The floppiness? The proof that has finally forced me to the inevitable conclusion that I can be a dolt? I evidently can't count. I trusted myself- I said "crochet is easy, look, I can do it without even looking! I can do it in the car! I can do it while playing a cutthroat card game with the tall drink of water and most of his family!" But no. I can't bloody count.

I may have to rip out a whole repeat. The shame. That's what I get for thinking of crochet as the "easier" hobby of mine, and the faster. I've got loads of extra stitches that weren't there when I began that beginning chain, oh so long ago. At least with knitting I'd have figured out my mistake long before now...