5 things no-one tells you about crochet

Crocheting is one of the best skills anyone can learn. It has structure and scope for creativity that rivals anything else labelled ‘handicraft’. I adore it and am incredibly proud to be able to crochet & to show others how to.

Yet, there’s a few things I wish someone had told me. Or even just hinted at, so I could be prepared, you know?

So here are 5 of the things I really wish someone had told me.

  1. It’s addictive. From the first moment when you ch your first sc, you’ll be looking for pockets of time to do your thing. On the bus, in a queue, waiting for the kettle to boil. Anytime, anywhere, have hook, will crochet.
  2. There’s no-one you can’t crochet for. Brothers in law always need a scarf or two. There’s even patterns for beloved pets. The world is so much brighter when you know you can rustle up a tortoise cosy, should the need arise.
  3. You’ll fall in love………………with yarn! Alpaca, silk, bamboo are just a few of the luxurious blends that will slip through your fingers like jewels. The pull of artisan yarn will grab you and soon you’ll be tangled in thoughts of dyeing & fibers. At this point, you are beyond saving 😉
  4. Its good for your health – Crocheting keeps joints mobile, helps with concentration & memory. It also reduces stress, but any crocheter can tell you it can occasionally increase it 🙂
  5. You’ll never stop learning. From Pinterest to the archives of the V&A,  there’s millions of patterns out there & like Pokemon, you’ll want to catch them all!

So there you have it, 5 things you should have been told when you started crocheting. I hope it helps some of  you before you take the plunge. It’s too late for the rest of you, of course, you’re already hooked!


Time to wander.

Nestling in the very north of the north east of England is Berwick upon Tweed.

One of the few walled towns of Britain, its changed hands a dozen times. I moved here 12 years ago. One of the best walks in the area is a walk along the walls. It’s a distance of 1.1 miles, perfect for dog walkers, toddlers, visitors and locals alike. The local schools use it for the Sports relief sponsored mile. Watching all the little faces, marching along in twos is a heart warming sight and there’s an annual Curfew Run too. There’s a much slower pace around lunchtime on a Sunday, going up the walls is somewhat of a hangover cure round these parts 🙂


I like to start at the town side of the old bridge. I can see it waiting for me as I walk over form Tweedmouth. Years ago, this was the only bridge to join Berwick with the opposite side of land. Before that, a boat was used, so I’ve been told. Now there’s the rail bridge, the new bridge and this one. Right at the end of the old bridge is a side path which takes you onto Quay Walls. A long line of houses, all of which are listed, with original windows, doorways and shutters.


When the sun shines, I love just walking along here slowly, watching the tourists as they gaze around. I forget that not everywhere has buildings this old, or so many of them. The walls are low enough that I can see over and watch the fishing boats and canoeists on the tweed, going out to sea.


The Quayside


The Quay Walls houses

Interesting fact – We used to live in one of these houses, it was haunted by an old lady. We don’t live there now, nothing to do with the wee ghostie!

As the sun shines, it brings everything to life. It sparkles off the water, the window panes, the new leaves. Right along the walkway there’s resting areas and seats, when the days are a bit warmer it’s an ideal place to sit and read or crochet.

Remnants of the towns troubled past are scattered along the way. Barred doorways, hidden corridors and the ruins of barracks from years gone bye. The town still has cannons, but we don’t use them!

The very best thing about being on the walls isn’t just that you can see Lindisfarne and Bamburgh castle in the distance. It isn’t the fact that the town has been around for over 900 years. It’s that no matter where you go, you can see another walk, another wee bit to explore!


the path to Spittal Point

From here you can continue along to the Ramparts or head into town. Today, I had shopping to do so I had to cut my walk short. Feeling rejuvenated, at peace and refreshed I know it wont be long before I’m walking along the walls again.

Feel the Fear

Yesterday I published my first pattern, for free, on Ravelry. It was absolutely terrifying. In a house with no one else in it, I was bombarded with voices, all negative, all my own. Why do we do that to ourselves? Publishing patterns is one of the things on my TO DO BEFORE 40 list and I’m in final 12 month sprint. I see sharing my patterns as an extension of writing this blog, which isn’t coming naturally to me (yet) but is something I really want to do. I’m an introvert at heart and don’t like drawing attention to myself, good or bad. But stronger than any of the ‘OMG, what am I doing?’ voices is my conviction that all skills should be shared. what’s the point in knowing how to do something, if you don’t pass it on?

Can you imagine making something, knowing that you are the last person to do it?

So, I published my pattern, the Richard of York Ripple blanket. I published it because someone just might need it written out in front of them. They might need it as a PDF, they may not come across this blog, so I published (even though I suspect most crocheters could work it out for themselves). If it makes things easier for one person, it’s worth it.

Was still bl**dy scary though 😉

PS, the pattern’s here