For Christmas & New Year
my husband & I decided to spend it in Queensland campervanning.
Not one of our better decisions
but one we will no doubt laugh about when we finally dry out.
On one of the many days sitting in our campervan
watching the rain
(it rained 9 out of 12 days),
it occured to me how little I know about crochet.
I know how to crochet, but I DON’T KNOW anything about crochet.
Isn’t that a little odd…
given that I have just spent the past 12 months living & breathing it.
With more rain came more thoughts…
Where does it originate from?
Did it come from one country or did it spontaneous spring up in all countries?
How many different forms of it are there?
Have I mentioned the floods?
With the floods came even more thoughts…
Do nations knit differently from each other?
Do they use colours differently?
& so on…
You get the idea.
To remedy this monumental Faux Pas..
I thought that I would spend some time online
(I am not ready for another holiday yet)
researching the origins
of crochet and presenting my findings here.
After that, I plan to pick a country each month and investigate their traditional craft.
With any luck…
by the end of the year I will be an Ignoramus no more.