Perhaps it looks easy to crochet with fabric. I won't claim that it's rocket science, but there is some skill involved. There is having knowledge of your fabric and cutting it to the width necessary for both the project and the material, there is choosing the correct hook, there is maintaining the proper tension, and probably a few other things that I can't even think of right now. But, there is also some sort of inexplicable factor that often makes me conclude that the work takes on a life of its own. Usually this is a good thing, or not a bad thing...but sometimes it's just plain odd!
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This bright bowl looks normal enough in this photo. It was crocheted from a freshly laundered piece of tie dyed bed sheet. I used the exact same number and type of stitches that I always use for these bowls. I worked it the same way I always work it as I go along. Yet, this isn't quite a bowl.
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It's kind of a cave. Or a modified cornucopia. No matter how I turn it (even inside out), no matter how I stretch it, no matter how I push/pull or look at it... the result is the same. It lays on its side.
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I have been doing this crochet gig full time for years and have never had this particular thing happen. Apparently, no matter how OCD I am about my stitches, my work will always have the human factor. *whacks self on the head* Ahhh, I am not a machine! Now I need to decide whether anyone but me could appreciate and use this "sculpture"... opinions?