A small story to illustrate my "control freakishness": I'm afraid of grasshoppers. I'm afraid of frogs. I'm terrified of roaches. The list can get pretty long and so I've consolidated the list to things that hop, jump, leap, scurry or flutter. And dinosaurs. I don't like dinosaur movies where things just come running up out of the shadows. Freaks me out. It was pointed out to me recently that the reason why these things scare me is because I can't predict or control their movements. Sadly I've realized it's true. I'm good with snakes because they are usually pretty straight forward but I cry if I even think there is a lizard in the area. So how does this have anything to do with crochet?
No matter how perfect I think I am. No matter how closely I follow the pattern. I am going to make a mistake. Usually it means pulling out a few stitches, sometimes even a few rows. In this particular case I had finished an entire bag but I didn't like it. It was too long so when you put something heavy in it, it stretched until it almost hit the floor. It sat around for a few weeks. I ended up making a pattern that I really love. (I will post soon.) I decided to use the yarn from the first bag so I had to pull the whole thing out. That is a serious lesson in learning to let go. I put time and effort into the first bag but the yarn was worth more to me than that so I sat down and pulled it all out. It's sort of like therapy.
