So I’m re-teaching myself to crochet after 10 years of not doing it. My mom taught me how when I was a kid but I never really took it up as a hobby because I was honestly more interested in other things & thought it was just something grannies did. Well I had expressed wanting to get back into it just so I’m not home cleaning & bored all the time. My fiancé thought it would be a good idea. He said it would probably be relaxing & it could help pass time until our daughter is born. So we went to Walmart today & got some yarn & some crochet hooks. I came home & got started on a baby blanket for our daughter. The foundation chain was an absolute breeze. But when it came time to start a new row... Lemme tell you what...

I’m about ready to throw this goddamned scane of yarn out the damn window if I mess up another damn stitch. This shit was supposed to be relaxing.

Just gonna take a deep breath & keep trying.

My poor daughter is gonna have the most fucked up looking blanket 😂 Practice makes perfect though.