Crochet

Today's story started at the beginning of this academic year, in October. I was in class with a group of teenagers, and there was a reading about Richard Wiseman, a psychologist that thinks that good luck can be "learned" and "taught". The text was about a "school of good luck", and it contained some exercises to improve what we call "luck".

He said that "lucky people" always try new things, so in one of exercises the students had to write a list of 6 things that they would like to do but had never done before. Then they had to roll a dice (dado), and whatever number came out they had to do that thing from the list.

While I was waiting for the students to write their list I decided to write mine too. My activity number four was learning how to crochet; I have always liked crochet things; blankets (mantas), jumpers, bags... and although I am quite crafty -I like making things with my hands- I had always felt some kind of mental block about learning how to crochet. Sooo... of course I rolled the dice and I got number 4. Ouch! I really was annoyed because it was the thing on the list that I least wanted to do!

But I decided I would learn. I asked my mum to teach me, and I learned the basics with her. Then with youtube tutorials I kept learning to do more things. First I made a little purse, then a bag for my make up... I was enjoying it so much that every time I finished a project I wanted to start a new one. I found it relaxing, therapeutic.

So I thought: "I need a BIG project that will last me a long time... I'm going to make myself a blanket!" And so I started to make little crochet "granny squares" (that's what they are called) that I would later put together to make my blanket. I was in no rush to finish, because I was enjoying the process so much.

And the end of the story comes, as last weekend I finally finished my very big and fantastic granny square crochet blanket! I am really pleased with it, but the question is... What do I make next?