It is one thing to learn to crochet as a child, to experiment with colored stripes, joining new colors in every row and see how a colorful scarf is emerging in front of your eyes at age 11... That is play on high level. That is pride of making something "all by myself".
It is another thing when it comes to sewing in those ends... That is kind of fiddly, annoying and straight out B O R I N G!!! As I have brutally been told in that pre-teen tone some of you might know... So the colorful scarf was put away in frustration and anger in basket, furthest back on her book shelf and has been hidden for months. Until now. I found it.
I love it. I know she loves it, the girl who was 11 when she started but now has reached 12. And I will sew in those ends one by one because I am her mother and I do these things for her. And I will ask her to continue and make the most wonderful scarf ever. On one condition. That she will sew in every end after every row instead of leaving 50 yarn ends dangling around for me to sew in at a later occassion. This scarf will be magical the day it is finished. I hope she will work through the frustration and unwillingness of doing B O R I N G stuff and see the joy in the accomplishment when it is done.