My dear friend Millie had a fab granny. Millie's granny crocheted lovely cosy multi-coloured blankets at a great rate. These blankets were handed out to Millie's family and their friends like bonbons. Here's a piece of mine:
I sometimes have to fight Sock Boy for it because he luuuuurves this blanket. And as is so often the case with Sock Boy, when he luuuuurves something (or someone) it (or they) can end up slightly damaged, because his loving is so vigorous. I don't know if you can detect him paddling here with his big strong long boy cat legs:
The trouble is, Millie's granny reached the point a couple of years ago where, for her, there was no tomorrow. So she's not around to fix the holes and snags caused by Sock Boy's affections. My friend Millie is also a cat-lover, and her fat tabby is also inclined to knead her blankets and pull out threads. Millie is sad because her granny can't make it better any more, so I figured I'd better teach myself to crochet. In the process, I discovered that the pieces my blanket is made of are named, appropriately, granny squares. I'm not a granny, nor ever likely to be, but I figured I could have a go. Here's my very first effort at doing a chain and some trebles:
I was so impressed with myself that I could hardly bear to unravel it, but then I decided it wasn't that good and would never be any actual use for anything, so I killed yet another of my darlings and had a go at a single square.
It wasn't very square, so I had several more goes until I came up with one that satisfied me:
Rock and roll! that's getting on for square. Flushed with success, I decided to try the second row of trebles to make my little square into a bigger square.
I never was any good at geometry *sigh* and I think it'll be a while before I can hold my own over at Stitch 'n' Bitch. Oh well, if at first you don't succeed, sigh, sigh, sigh again.