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No, not exactly a granny square. It turns out, that when it comes to crochet manuals, I’m a functional illiterate. I recognize the words, but. . . I really need pictures to understand. Looking at my results it’s clear that I’m missing something. Never fear, I’ve not given up the pursuit! I just need to find a visual reference to help my brain along.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t enjoy feeling stupid. Once it became clear on Sunday afternoon that I wasn’t about to make meaning from a string of numbers and letters, I opted to find something I could do. Why spend the better part of the afternoon looking for an idiots visual guide to crocheting when I’d already spent so much time staring at a book?

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It also became clear looking at my pajama bottoms that I was in need of something else. Um, when the kid points out the “hole” in your backside and you say, “Oh, I know” only to find out that you had NO clue that the entire backside of your pants were, um, gone. . . yeah, time for new PJ bottoms!

As you can imagine from the crocheting debacle, I’m not a big fan of patterns or instructions. I’d rather launch in and find my way. One vintage sheet, one scrap of vintage velvet ribbon, and two hours later: new pj bottoms. I based this pair on its seat-less predecessor. The only thing new in them is the thread as I even recycled the elastic (maybe not such a grand idea in retrospect).

I slept in them last night and woke up to that ever so smug feeling of: why, you clever, clever girl! You know that feeling, right? When you do something entirely of your own and you didn’t spend a real dime to do it. Nothing like a little ego pick-up after being undone by a crochet manual! What, you don’t get that feeling??

For the moment, I’m enjoying feeing entirely superior and smug toward my nemesis the granny square. Wonder how long that will last?