I learned to crochet when I was in third grade. My teacher's name was Mrs. Barksdale and she would paddle your ass in a minute! Everyone knew to behave or else. To this day, I don't know what made her want to teach the girls to crochet. Perhaps she thought we were too fast and wanted to slow us down. We thought she didn't want to do anything but whip us and send us home.
While I loathed being in her class even after the sewing lessons began, I can never forget the woman that taught me a skill that I would depend on to relieve my stress as an adult.
I have tried several times to create something, anything with my crochet needle. My problem was that I would make the stitching too tight. The yarn would curl up and my blanket soon contorted into a soft stress ball. It wasn't until about a month ago that I finally got the hang of loosening up my stitches! I give full credit to a dear friend of mines who always tried to show me the proper way to crochet. Now that my blanket is finally coming together, I can't help but show off my skillz (yes, I know I spelled skills wrong. I did that to show that I'm not too old to use a little slang!)
So, here's to you Mrs. Barksdale, for teaching me to crochet and investing time in me that you could have spent whipping some other kids ass. I am forever grateful! And Thank you Mrs. Ninean Tate for the countless times you spent with me in the bathroom at work, teaching me the proper technique when we both should have been at our desks working! I love you both :)
Mrs. Tonya "Finally Making a Blanket" Wells