For all the non-crocheters out there (seriously though, what are you even doing with your life?) HOTH is short for Hot Off The Hook.
Behold... it's finally finished!
I feel that this should be accompanied by some sort of fanfare... in the absence of trumpets a kazoo would suffice.
I finished the final stitch in the border late last night and did a few victory laps round the lounge by way of celebration.
This time last year, I barely knew one end of a hook from the other, and had never crocheted anything, other than a few very wonky chains as a teenager then promptly gave it up as a bad job.
Is it riddled with mistakes? Absolutely!
Are all the stitch counts correct? No way!
Was there constant wailing and gnashing of teeth? You betcha!
However, to the untrained eye I think it looks pretty damn good, even if I say so myself.
I've just sat gazing at it, remembering all the times I couldn't count to eight. The bamboozlement of those beetles. The frustration of those fans. All of which drove me demented at first.
Then the weird sorcery of Row 12, which, quite frankly, knocked all the other rows into a cocked hat for its sheer audacity and ambition.
Then came my battle with dodecahedron shaped triangles, and boomerang shaped corners.
It didn't end there... when all the elements were completed, I opted to join it diagonally. I don't know what I was thinking. It was like assembling a three-dimensional geometric puzzle, upside down and back to front.
Six months of my life, and if I'd employed a swear jar from the get go I'd have enough in it to retire to the Bahamas.
Anyway.....I'm going to take a few days to recover my equilibrium then start on a new crochet project. And THIS TIME I'm going to sort out a swear jar from the very start.
