what happened to my right ring finger, Mother?

My gran was always a total genius at crochet: despite her extremely pessimistic and dismissive nature (sorry Gran but it's true!), she'd sit and crochet tiny swans and horrifically complex doilies in icing-sugar shades, tsking at the world all the while. She tried to teach me on several occasions, none of which saw me showing any aptitude or enthusiasm for the genre.

For some reason, the urge to Do Something Different snuck up on me yesterday, so I decided to try give it another go. After a few false starts, I don't think I'm doing too badly. I'm making a blanket. Well, technically it's an Afghan made from (ugh!) small Granny Squares. Whatever, the important thing is that it's NOT a throw.

My crochet hand aches now...

what happened to my right ring finger, Mother?

My gran was always a total genius at crochet: despite her extremely pessimistic and dismissive nature (sorry Gran but it's true!), she'd sit and crochet tiny swans and horrifically complex doilies in icing-sugar shades, tsking at the world all the while. She tried to teach me on several occasions, none of which saw me showing any aptitude or enthusiasm for the genre.

For some reason, the urge to Do Something Different snuck up on me yesterday, so I decided to try give it another go. After a few false starts, I don't think I'm doing too badly. I'm making a blanket. Well, technically it's an Afghan made from (ugh!) small Granny Squares. Whatever, the important thing is that it's NOT a throw.

My crochet hand aches now...