What I should have done is told it to just quiet down until I got Christmas out of the way because I had enough to do and no time or excuses to start crafting things just for me, but I failed miserably and The Beast rampaged out of control.
“There’s loads of bits of wool lying all over this house” The Beast said. “I can have the most colourful scarf known to man.”
I tried to tell it to calm down and just stop and think for a little bit before starting to crochet. Just stop and think about what I wanted it to look like and what stitches I was going to use and how wide I was going to make it. You know, just plan a little bit. But it was all to no avail.
The Beast took control and made me pick up a crochet hook and yarn and just start. The Beast didn’t want to plan, The Beast wanted to manifest as a scarf and so it crocheted and crocheted and crocheted and crocheted. By the time I wrested back control it was too late, The Beast had been born.
It is far too wide and The Beast chose to do double crochet stitches when really it should probably have chosen treble. But it’s a Beast and is fairly new to this crochet game so I’m going to let it off. And instead of being classily colourful like Tabiboo’s scarf The Beast has gone for some kind of riot and has turned itself into some kind of Doctor Who scarf on acid.
Man how hard is it to take pictures of a scarf around your neck and not get your face in!?
I regained control of The Beast eventually and told it it had to stop. There was other crafting to be done and it had to stop being so selfish and I finally had a grasp on things. But then I went to my Mum’s house and couldn’t take her blanket with me to work on and The Beast took over and before I knew it, the scarf had doubled in length over the space of the weekend.
It’s awful, I know it is. It is over the top and too much and is kind of wonky because The Beast got far too over-excited at times and managed to start wildly picking up stitches along the way, leaving me in its wake to try and decrease and make things even again. It’s horrendous. I’m almost ashamed of it and don’t really want to show you photos of it because I know it’s not a work of perfection.
Oh bless it, it really is wonky. I'm so embarassed.
But The Beast loves it and thinks it is a work of art.
And sometimes The Beast has to get its own way.
I’ll let you know when it’s finished.
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