Years ago, I asked my mother to teach me how to crochet. Her being left handed, me being right...I got as far as a chain. During a school play, my character (can't for the life of me remember what it was!) sat and crocheted, by the time the actual performance was over, I had an extremely lengthy chain.

Flash forward. Being pregnant with our first child, I wanted my baby to have a crocheted afghan, so set to work teaching myself to crochet from a book. I finished an afghan as my second project, the mile-a-minute type, with the base of each strip being made of popcorn stitches. After the baby showers were held, Delainey wound up having about 6 crocheted baby 'ghans. I laughed at this, but never once have regretted learning. My husband might regret this: if there's one thing I've learned during my crochet span...yarn multiplies. Like rabbits.