“The very mention of the pub and I’m sold. Sure, I’ll definitely attend this Craft Jam malarkey and learn a bit of crochet, or whatever it is they’re doing. It’s not really my thing, but at least it’ll be a good excuse for a pint.
Scroll forward a couple of days and my drink sits forgotten beside me, as I clamp my tongue between my teeth and squint at the determined war my clumsy fingers are waging with a hook and some yarn. It turns out this crochet lark is quite absorbing.”
When you learned to crochet did you expect it to be a craft you’d love?