Crackers in Bed

I know, I know. Bad pun. Probably medically inaccurate, to boot. So sue me. I’m in one of those moods. One of those moods which overtake me when I’m thoroughly exhausted and trying to carry on long after my body has surrendered. I am spending so much time organizing and not enough time crocheting. I doubt the little crochet group I lead (with Cay) really understand how much time and energy is required to keep this enterprise afloat. Oh well. I complain too much.

I sent out the new cabled scarf for swatching to a couple folks. I know, and freely admit, that I am a tight crocheter (get your minds out of the gutter! :D) So, when writing a pattern, I always compensate by one hook size smaller as a suggestion to obtain gauge. Likewise, when working someone else’s pattern, I automatically increase the suggested hook size by one. 99% of the time, I am smack on gauge. But I am fascinated by the vast difference in hook size required by some folks to obtain gauge. As tight as I am, it seems others are even looser. Indeed, one of my testers needed a C hook for a pattern I wrote with an F hook suggestion. Wow! That’s loose. But, whatever floats your boat. I just felt sorry for her having to use a C hook on worsted weight. I can barely manage a G with that weight.

And that, folks, is what makes the world go around!