Today I'd like to welcome Kimberly of Some Bunny's Love as my guest blogger! If you are interested in guest blogging for me about something crochet-related, please contact me at jaybird [at] acsol [dot] net with your ideas! I look forward to hearing from you!
Recently I spent time with family and friends that I have not been able to see since I moved back to Southeast Virginia. By stating "spending time" I mean that I was not stopping in to say "Hi" between my various yarn shop visits or appointments. It felt good to relax and not to have to think about deadlines and numbers. I knitted earnestly on some projects that used the new techniques I have learned. In doing so I found out something about myself that had been buried.
While hanging out with my mom, I discovered that she could no longer hold the hook and yarn in her hands anymore to crochet. It saddened me to think what joys she was missing as she gave me her few skeins of yarn and hooks which all fit in a plastic shopping bag. I began to remember the projects I crocheted -- they were scarves, shawls and baby blankets. The ache to pick up a hook and make something tugged at me, but I had things to knit for work and knitted projects to finish for gifts.
Shortly after mom gave me her yarn, I found a palm-sized crocheted heart and the note I wrote back in late June when my boss, Benjamin Levisay, asked me to join in the support of crochet by designing a hooked heart. I had forgotten about the request and the heart which resulted from it. When he had asked me to create one, I immediately decided to see what I could do with the Twinkle Soft Chunky I had in my stash. Grabbing the largest hook I could find, I quickly crocheted what I jokingly deem a lily pad.
Seeing the heart reassured me that crochet was not dead inside me at all. Instead it was only dormant, waiting to show itself. I fondly smiled in recollecting the times I was an avid crocheter who attended knitting groups. Okay, maybe I was a bit *ahem* passionate with my craft... When I saw Lily Chin at STITCHES last year, I divulged that her story in Better Homes & Gardens Crochet magazine in 2002 brought me back to the love of yarn with crochet. In meeting Laura Krzak of "Singularly Laura" during STITCHES Midwest 2011 last month, I was excited that someone was able to show the passion that I once carried ten years ago. Quickly I made sure that she met key crochet designers like Myra Wood and Edie Eckman at the conference and proudly showed her my shawl patterns I posted on my personal blog those many years ago.
Crochet had never gone away from my heart; it had never left its home after all. It was only patiently waiting for me to pick up my hooks. So if you don't mind as I snuggle underneath my grandmother's crocheted crazily-striped afghan while I alternate projects between my needles and hooks, I am going to start crocheting again. =:8
Recently I spent time with family and friends that I have not been able to see since I moved back to Southeast Virginia. By stating "spending time" I mean that I was not stopping in to say "Hi" between my various yarn shop visits or appointments. It felt good to relax and not to have to think about deadlines and numbers. I knitted earnestly on some projects that used the new techniques I have learned. In doing so I found out something about myself that had been buried.
While hanging out with my mom, I discovered that she could no longer hold the hook and yarn in her hands anymore to crochet. It saddened me to think what joys she was missing as she gave me her few skeins of yarn and hooks which all fit in a plastic shopping bag. I began to remember the projects I crocheted -- they were scarves, shawls and baby blankets. The ache to pick up a hook and make something tugged at me, but I had things to knit for work and knitted projects to finish for gifts.
Shortly after mom gave me her yarn, I found a palm-sized crocheted heart and the note I wrote back in late June when my boss, Benjamin Levisay, asked me to join in the support of crochet by designing a hooked heart. I had forgotten about the request and the heart which resulted from it. When he had asked me to create one, I immediately decided to see what I could do with the Twinkle Soft Chunky I had in my stash. Grabbing the largest hook I could find, I quickly crocheted what I jokingly deem a lily pad.
Seeing the heart reassured me that crochet was not dead inside me at all. Instead it was only dormant, waiting to show itself. I fondly smiled in recollecting the times I was an avid crocheter who attended knitting groups. Okay, maybe I was a bit *ahem* passionate with my craft... When I saw Lily Chin at STITCHES last year, I divulged that her story in Better Homes & Gardens Crochet magazine in 2002 brought me back to the love of yarn with crochet. In meeting Laura Krzak of "Singularly Laura" during STITCHES Midwest 2011 last month, I was excited that someone was able to show the passion that I once carried ten years ago. Quickly I made sure that she met key crochet designers like Myra Wood and Edie Eckman at the conference and proudly showed her my shawl patterns I posted on my personal blog those many years ago.
Crochet had never gone away from my heart; it had never left its home after all. It was only patiently waiting for me to pick up my hooks. So if you don't mind as I snuggle underneath my grandmother's crocheted crazily-striped afghan while I alternate projects between my needles and hooks, I am going to start crocheting again. =:8
2 comments:
Welcome back into the fold of crochet goodness.
Kimberly - It's great that crochet found its way back to your hands from its home inside your heart!
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