So, I guess it all started when I got a hankering to make a crochet bell. One of my favourite decorations on my mum’s Christmas tree is a little red crochet lace bell and I wanted to see if I could make one too. So I started trawling the Internet and found this pattern and then I dug through my shamefully oversized yarn stash and came across just the right amount of cotton yarn in a lovely turquoise colour. So what if turquoise isn’t the most christmassy colour? I’ll dress it up with silver – ooooh, and little clear buttons – and it will look a treat.
The yarn was in my nan’s old stash (well, actually, she was Mr Knightley’s nan, but she was such a warm and loving person that I like to think of her as my nan too. The smell of the inside of the yarn bag when I first opened it made me cry and cry). So THEN I got an idea: what if I made the Christmas bell with Nan’s yarn and then gave it to my mother-in-law as part of her Christmas present? Oh! Yes! Where’s my hooook??
So I got stuck into it on our drive to South Australia. I was in Robe and up to the second-last round when I dropped my 3.5mm hook under the car seat. Ack! It never surfaced despite much grunting and scrabbling.
At Victor Harbour, I bought a new hook in a smaller size (it needed it – the first attempt was too big and flopsy) and started from the start again.
In Glenelg, I got to the last round and ran out of yarn! Ack!
In Adelaide, I frogged a few rounds
As we drove through Keith, Nihill, Bordertown and Horsham, I had another go with tighter stitches (and then frogged a few more rounds and tried it again)
By the time i got back to Melbourne, I had a little blue bell, ready for blocking.
In retrospect, this probably would have ben a good time to check the instructions – but I’d only printed off one page and anyway, it was all too exciting to stop and do something as sobering as looking up the pattern. As a result, the bell turned out a little misshapen and wonky. And lame. And I couldn’t find a silver bell anywhere, so I had to use a gold one (pilfered off one of Christopher Robin’s kinder Christmas cards), which wasn’t as good.
Which would have been fine, I would just be giving it as an add-on to the main present, a quiet aside, hardly worth mentioning really, just a small bonus gift.
Except then Mr Knightley bought a miniature Christmas tree as the main present. “And you can hang the ornament on it.” he added, cheerfully.
If I hang the wonky bell on the Christmas tree and give the present just like that, then the wonky bell becomes the FEATURE. It says “Look at me! Aren’t I clever? I made you a lopsided Christmas decoration! With its own tree: it’s that special!”
And it’s FAR too big for the tree! It looks ridiculous!
Oh panic: the more I look at it, the more it seems like the creation of some kinder kid looking for a gold star. The kinder kid who’s not allowed to play with scissors…
What am I going to do??
Stay tuned for the sequel…