Sheep, skeins, stitches, and a silly dog

My intentions were good.

Though I’ve never been good with my hands.

“Maybe it’s the arthritis,” is the line I’ve used to excuse myself from participating in fiber arts like knitting, weaving and crocheting for years.

Yet I so admire the end products, especially when the chilly month of November rolls around. And thick skeins of wool in their rainbow of colors always draw me in.

As did a recent notice for a crocheting class: “Coffee and Crocheting, $5.00.”

The yarn and crochet hook were even included in the price.

I signed up immediately.

My grandmother had patiently tried to teach me when I was ten, but back then I was a reluctant student.

When I first arrived at my class I realized I was the true novice in the group. Most had at least some recent experience and their hooks were already flying as I took my first sip of hot coffee.

Still I was proud of myself for even showing up and giving it a go. And when I left two hours later, I had the beginnings of a cozy warm cowl to match my $10.00 Santa Red down coat that I’d just bought at a second hand store

I also had some great links to You Tube videos to help me finish up my project.

But I discovered this morning my tenacious terrier Tuck’s intentions are anything but admirable when it comes to a potential crocheting career for me.

While I was out taking my pup Tinkerbelle for a quick stroll, Tuck jumped up on the dining room table. He grabbed the bag with the my cowl and skeins and in three minutes created his own brilliant piece of art by stringing the yarn across, then up and under my coffee table.

Next he grabbed a second bag and also dragged it down to the carpet. I had just purchased a sweet little handmade lamb for a potential Christmas gift. Tuck had yanked it out, deciding it needed it’s own red scarf for the winter.

He had unraveled part of my crochet work and then managed to take what was left and wind it around the lamb’s neck.

I have to admit the lamb looks pretty happy about it.

Maybe Tuck’s intentions really weren’t so bad.

After all, my practice stitches were fairly sloppy and should be redone.

And knowing Tuck loves that little dog earred lamb just as much as I do, we’ve decided she staying with us this Christmas.