Crocheting and hand stitching has started back up on this pink monster. It’s been a while. I want to finish her, so I can get started on tweaking the crochet pattern for the shop. She’s pretty sweet. Being a fan
Some days I feel like I don’t have time to sit down and actually crochet. Exhaustion and 9 pm will roll around, leaving me to wonder why I didn’t get any hook time yet that day. It’s a little frustrating, seeing that crochet is my jam. Life is so busy during the day. There’s running around in the evening, the phone’s ringing off the hook (do they do that anymore?), and why is food shopping need to be done so often? There’s dinners to cook, kids to shuttle around, and homework to check… plus whatever else is competing for your attention. I think it’s amazing that I have time to crochet at all.
I’ve been doing this crochet online thing for oh so many years. Between that and the craft/art shows, I’ve noticed that crochet really has a way to make people react. I’ve seen beautiful crochet, functional crochet, hideous crochet, crochet that makes you ponder the meaning of life, and everything in between. It gets an emotion out of me. Every time. Crochet is everywhere, and people are cranking out those stitches. I think it’s a beautiful thing that really does affect people, whether good or bad.