So, while I’m busy knitting up orders and boxing them up for Christmas, Phillip approached me and asked, “Can you teach me to knit?”
“You’re not ready for knitting. I think you need to learn to crochet first.”
Trust me, when it comes to teaching someone how to handle yarns and needles and hooks, it’s best to size them up, know where to begin. His dexterity is horrible, so I immediately realized he needed to learn how to hold everything, how to shape everything, one hook first, before using two needles. Don’t fret! I’m not that cold! I just know where my darling’s strengths are, and he simply isn’t ready for knitting.
So, I sat him down and taught him the concept of amigurami, the Japanese technique of creating shapes in crochet. He fumbled at first, his big hands unable to grasp the crochet hook, nor the yarn, but I watched closely….soon, he had it. I knew he would🙂 He started making simple round shapes, then elongated ovals, and the next thing I knew, he was declaring himself an amigurami artist and was going to make little “monsters.” (He’s into comic books, superheroes, anime….of course he would make monsters.”
Using buttons for eyes and whatever scrap yarn of mine he could find, he came up with some strangle little things, but I loved them. They were strange, but friendly. Monstrous, but cute. They were strange friends. You love them, despite them being odd or different. Much like you love your strange friends.
He asked, “Do you think I could sell these? You know, to help out with the IRS bill and everything?”
I smiled. My heart dropped, fell down in his hands. That’s why he was wanting to learn. He wanted to take some of the stress off of me. What a beautiful thing to do.
He’s been coming home from work, sitting down and quickly gets to work. He’s over there with his crochet, and I’m over here with my knitting. We’ll be watching, “Murder, She Wrote.” I’ll recommend some soup. “And toss me that afghan, I’ve got a little chill.”
I slyly look over and whisper, “Welcome to the club, man .”🙂
Take a look at Phillip’s Strange Friends in my shop.