grannies

I've discovered this jewel of a thrift store (dangerously) nearby. Everything But Grannie's Panties is no misnomer. Thanks to Grannie's, we have a sofa, desk, dresser, wooden filing cabinet, several side tables and chairs, an antique wedding ring quilt and this avocado green crocheted throw. I already feel like a regular - I even have a rapport with the resident kittens.

This crocheted throw is doing funny things to me, though. It's been whispering in my ear "Psst ... Meg! Learn how to crochet so you can make me a colorful friend. You know, the sofa really needs a granny square throw more than ANYTHING right now.!"

You see what I'm up against? An eloquent and persuasive crocheted throw and that late summer yarn-on-the-brain condition. There's only one way to deal with this - finally give in and learn how to crochet. I've been knitting for about five years now and do that with a certain level of comfort and familiarity, but that crochet hook really freaks me out. Like, um, where's the other hook? Just one? How odd.

Any suggestions on where to begin, since my current life goal seems to be making a granny square throw for my sofa? :