Kim Hargreaves’s Mercy crochet hat
Having crocheted a snood, it felt only right that I extend my crocheting skills to a hat. Phew-boy – photographing hats is hard. Here’s my big fat face with some wool on top of it.
This is a really lovely crochet pattern and works brilliantly with Rowan Big Wool. The burnt red I used has hints of purple in it, so it goes well with my purple snood without being too matchey-matchey.
Sadly, because I’m still learning it took me three attempts to make this hat, over the course of a weekend:
Eight mile run, dinner, a glass or two of wine and then… I sit down to start crocheting from a brand new pattern. Tired? I ended up with a woollen dinner plate. Start again!
Cycling like a lunatic around London, theatre, film and then… I sit down to start crocheting from a pattern I’ve already messed up once. Tired? I ended up with a hat to fit a pixie’s head. Start again!
Catch the train and a bus to the Royal Festival Hall to work and, oh – there’s a surprise. I am refreshed, sober, not in front of the telly and suddenly the pattern starts to make sense. Public transport was quiet enough on a Sunday that I didn’t have to worry about anyone peeking over my shoulder – Look at the mad woman crocheting! – and this craft is very transportable. A person can sit the ball of wool in their tote bag, keep the crochet hook relatively discreet in the opening of the bag, and crochet away. Who knew?
Finally, success! Not one to hide my light under a bushel, I asked anyone with a pulse to photograph me wearing the hat, including a complete stranger in the middle of John Lewis:
Stood in front of wool, wearing wool.
Someone needs to get a grip. Whoever you are, kind lady photographer, thank you for indulging me!
My conclusions are: crocheting is challenging to learn because of the UK/US discrepancies in terminology and I think it’s one of those crafts where you know what you’re doing once you … know what you’re doing. It’s not quite as clear where you’ve gone wrong as it is with knitting. Or not for me. Don’t skip the parts of the pattern that tell you to count your stitches. You do need to count your stitches until you’re up and running.
At least this learning curve gave my boyfriend, his mum, his sister and his sister’s boyfriend something to laugh at on Saturday night as we all watched a DVD: I quietly swore every time my boyfriend asked me how it was going.
Crocheting as comedy – now there’s a first.