Every Wednesday at my lunch time Crochet Club, there is always a new face or two. Most become regulars and some come when there isn't anything more exciting to play on our school field. I give out hooks and let them choose yarn and then get them started on a chain. I have some who want to knit which I find so time consuming (we only have 30 minutes) as once I've cast on some stitches, shown them how to do a row, turn to someone else and then a plaintive cry fills the air..."Mrs Goble, all the stitches have fallen off.." Again. And again.
Anyway, last Wednesday I had another new face; she wanted to try crochet. She sat by me, I gave her a hook and got her started on a chain and then helped someone else. Five minutes passed.
"I think I could get obsessed with this."
My heart quickens..she has used the magic 'O' word.. 'obsessed.'
"I don't think I will watch TV again. I never want to stop."
A huge smile spreads across my face. I am beginning to recognise all the signs, even after 5 minutes, of a fellow crochet addict. I made sure she took a hook and some yarn home.
The next day she came to find me. She proudly held up the longest chain I have ever seen.
"Oh, that's wonderful! Are you enjoying it?"
"Yes, I can't stop." she laughed.
She then went on to tell me that she was unable to play Rounders in her P.E. lesson due to a sore foot; so she sat and crocheted by the side of the field whilst her other class mates played. I saw her mother shortly after and she told me that the night before she had been sitting up in bed, crocheting. Oh the joy. Mrs Goble had damp eyes after she had gone.
I think some extra lessons are in order, don't you?