As far as crocheting goes, there are still quite a few things that I'm stumped on and my work is far from perfect, but it all seems to be coming together the more I practice. And practice. And practice. And practice.
In the past few years, I've become increasingly thankful that I have a little girl to share the results of my creative attempts with. She very eagerly receives all of my imperfect first tries.My daughter is my biggest fan. I know it won't always be that way, but right now she thinks that I can make just about anything and is always amazed and impressed with every project. If I were to allow it, she'd willingly wear one of the skirts I've made her with one of the pillowcase-style dresses, and top it with this scarf. While her fashion sense might need a bit of tweaking, I appreciate her enthusiasm for her mammy-made items.Especially when compared to the boy, who has definitively told me he has absolutely no interest in wearing anything I whip up. Fine. Making boy stuff doesn't interest me anyway.
(Oh, one more thing: With temperatures in the high fifties/low sixties, it's technically still scarf weather here. I love it!)