I taught myself to crochet when I was 8 or 9. My Mom and others have tried to teach me knitting but I never got the hang of it. Crochet is second nature!
I have made afghans, vests, baby clothes, hats, photo props. You name it, I have crocheted it! A bonus is that while my osteoarthritis has affected my cake decorating, catering, needlework, and anything that requires being on my feet for a long time or fine motor skills, crocheting actually helps my hands! It seems the gentle repetitive motion is good for my fingers. When I don’t crochet, which I haven’t for awhile, my fingers hurt more.
But the real story here is not about me, my hands, or even crochet. It is all about the yarn. I am a yarnoholic! I avoid going to Michael’s (craft store) as much as I can because I gravitate to the yarn section and find all the bargains. The trouble is, it is only a bargain if you use it – not let it stockpile.
I have totes and bags and boxes of yarn already in storage. And I packed a few more boxes for the move. It is of all different qualities, types, and colors.
Once we are all settled in here at the new place I will pull out a project or two to finish in the evenings while I wait for hubby to get home from work. I have a “cat cozy” that I have been making for Monkey (black, of course, with gold trim), an afghan for Hubby, and several little projects.
That doesn’t even come close to making a dent in my yarn stash. So, I have no need of more yarn for a long time to come.
Hey look, there’s some yarn!
Lydia!
Being Lydia! 