“Look, Mom! I’m really doing it! And look how NICE my stitches are!”
Paige had found a Stitchin’ Fun kit that someone had gotten her for her birthday back in May. She’s attempted it a few times, but patience and sitting are not two of Paige’s better qualities. I stashed the kit away until she had a little more patience.
Last night was apparently that night.
She sat on the couch next to me, while I crocheted my latest project, and I would hear things like, “Wow, Paige, those stitches are so NEAT!”
And, “Wow! I am awesome!”
She is nothing if not her biggest cheerleader.
When she ran out of her kit provided yarn, she gave a huge sigh and looked defeated. After all, she was way into it, and now she was out of yarn.
“Paige,” I pointed out. “I have a whole drawer set over there filled with yarn. The bottom two drawers are yarn. Pick yourself out a color and bring it over. I’ll cut you a bit off.”
She skipped over and picked out the girliest pink she could find. Shocking.
Then she went back to work.
“Mom, can I just have those two drawers of yarn?”
“Um, no!” I run a small, at home crochet shop, and I could probably start a small yarn store with the stash I’ve accumulated. “We can SHARE,” I emphasized. I certainly don’t mind her stealing a strand or two here and there.
“Oh, then I’ll take the bottom drawer and you can take the top drawer.”
I think she’s misunderstanding me.
In the end, she sat for over two hours with her Stitchin’ Fun last night. And about half way through, I felt the need to photograph the monumental occasion both of her sitting for a long period of time, and her very first, in depth project.
Last night my oldest daughter found the joys of yarn. And she’s hooked.