Sometimes I forget that simple is an option. I get really excited about fancy new techniques and pretty complicated lace and I forget that it’s possible to make really nice things very, very simply with a little bit of thought.
When I first learned to crochet one of the things I made for myself was a bedroom rug. It’s just a rectangle of single crochets made out of 2cm wide strips of old sheeting and a muslin curtain. In spite of it’s humble origins and structure it is a very pleasing object. The two fabrics create a subtle variation in texture and colour. The feeling under my feet is soft but somehow massaging where the stitches create some bulk. It fits with my bedroom’s cool, calm and fairly minimal style. (If I hadn’t gone for this look I would have a hysterical purple boudoir full of silk and gold and mirrors.)
It’s a good thing I like it because making it was kind of a pain. Not the actual crocheting, although not having any giant hooks I had to do all that with my fingers.
No, the cutting of the strips was the real nuisance. It took a remarkably long time and all that cutting and tearing filled my flat with cotton dust and little fibres. I was coughing for days before I realised why, and it felt like my whole world was coated in white fluff for a week.
Anyway, if I remember rightly the rug took two double sheets and a single large curtain to make. It might only have been one double sheet. It measures 160cm by 80cm when as shown in the photos but can obviously be stretched out and become much wider.
I was reminded of it today when I got chatting on twitter with the awesome @loveandtrash whose fabulous blog is here. I thought you might like it. So here it is.