I learned how to crochet when I was about 12 years old from my Mom and Gram. I can still feel and see the bright yellow yarn making rows of lumpy stitches. I later learned how to crochet hats when I was in college and I learned from a guy. I know. How cool is that? My son, Joseph Campbell, is named after that guy. Campbell quickly told me the instructions at a barbeque or something and now I think about him every time I make a hat.
Well, my daughter Sidney has already one-upped me when it comes to crocheting and I'm not even going to try to be modest. I've been freaked out about it all night.
I showed her how to make rows of stitches a few weeks ago with Mom's old yarn. I came home to this today:
Get this. The girl didn't take instructions from me on how to make a hat. She didn't take instructions from Campbell. She figured it out all on her own while I was at work.
Here's how she did it:
"I made the starter stitches until they were about an inch long. Then I went to the start and hooked it. And then I just started stitching. And to make it flat, I made a regular stitch and added a starting stitch after and I kept on going and kept on doing that."
It makes total sense to me. It's not the way I was taught, but it works! And now we're giggling. It's real awesome. I'll post a photo of the finished masterpiece.