A Book Review? Oh boy, here we go . . .
I've had this particular book for a couple of years ( *looks at calendar* oh, more like 10 years) and I've dabbled with it some (nothing past Chapter One, mind you) and I decided to pull it back out. Literally, PULL it back out from the darkest recesses of my closet floor. You know what I'm talking about. That corner where our "oh-my-goodness-I-can't-stand-to-work-on-this-thing-anyMORE!" goes. Yup, I knew you knew what I was talking about. After I straightened out the curled up corners and removed the 7 layers of dust from the cover, I sighed. You know it well, sigh with me, that sound of determined resignation that threatens, "Either I'm gonna win . . . or I'm pitching you in the trash." I do believe this thing is destined to live at the landfill. As you know, if you've read this blog even once, I am a crocheter . I prefer crochet. I like one hook over two needles. One hand free to manipulate the yarn the way it was meant to ...