Hooked

I have some not so fun memories involving crochet. I remember that at school some of the girls were making a beautiful orange/brown (this was 1978) pillow case and I wasn’t allowed to make one myself. The teacher said she couldn’t teach me how to crochet because I was lefthanded.
My grandmother had pity and tried to teach me. I remember making a tiny headband, but we both lost interest pretty soon.

Last week I found “The happy hooker” by Debbie Stoller in the library and I decided to give it another chance. And look at that. It clicked.
So I made two potholders and then moved on to granny squares. That was fun. I really think I’m hooked.