Back in May when I learned to crochet, I set off enthusiastically making ducks for The Little Yellow Duck Project. I made my first three ducks quickly and started my fourth, but then ground to a halt.
There is, of course, a natural curve of initial enthusiasm that rises then declines with any project and for the last three weeks, circumstances have put the level of concentration I need to give crochet out of the question. But in all honesty my enthusiasm had dropped to zero before that.
Last night I near forced myself to take out the fourth duck to finish it. It wasn’t hard, I enjoyed picking up crochet again and it didn’t take me long to complete. So why all that resistance? I wondered. The answer came quite easily when I looked at the duck.
I just don’t like it. It’s the puffy cheeks. I didn’t like them when I first saw the pattern, but I wanted to make a different, slightly more difficult duck, so I went for it. On top of that, now I’ve finished, wherever I put his eyes, they look menacing. Even his cute bump of a tail doesn’t win me over…
The only thing I’m really pleased about is the improvement in my tension.
It’s undoubtedly time for a change from ducks, so I’m thinking about my next crochet project. I’m going to make sure it’s something I really love, or, failing that, for someone I really care about.
Hope you’re happy with your current projects.