Hi.
I'm Dawn, and I have a problem.
I'm crochet-compulsive.
No, stop laughing.
Really, I am.
It started last year when I found myself unintentionally preggo with #3. Way out of control and in denial, I picked up the hooks again and haven't been able to put them down. There's way too much yarn stashed behind the chair in the bedroom, and many, many "works in progress" hiding behind the chair in the living room. And yet, I asked for yarn for my birthday...and my mom complied, gifting me with the ability to buy enough Cascade Eco Yarn to make me the Cinnabar Coat from the latest Interweave Crochet. That's it in the pic. Yummy cocoa brown, thick and warm enough for what MN has in store, I hope. Looking at it makes me want to go touch it, and hear the mellow click of the bamboo hook on my wedding ring.
Seriously, I'm a junkie.
I'm also attempting to make my way at home full time with 3 small people 5 and under, 2 english bulldogs, 1 newly transformed teeny-tiny leopard frog, 1 apparently obstinant tadpole and 1 husband all under my charge.
As you can imagine, the fabric of my life is not exactly compatible with my drive to crochet and crochet and crochet and crochet.
There's not much sleep, and many nights frustratingly spent laying awake thinking about yarn and hooks and yarn and projects and yarn and stitches and yarn. And the whole time I'm laying there not believing I'm not sleeping because I'm thinking about crocheting stuff.
Chaotic, brain melting days spent trying to hold even one of the 5 million things I should be remembering in my head as the baby cries because his new teeth hurt, while trying to make dinner and find a lost blankie and explain just why it isn't such a good idea to feed the grow-a-frog the dead bugs found amongst the dust-bunnies under the couch.
Gee, wonder why I ache for nap time and the hour at the end of the day I can pop in my ear buds, escape into a podcast and make row after row of neat stitches?
OK, so maybe it's not such a mystery.
But still, that's what this is all about.
I'm Dawn, and I have a problem.
I'm crochet-compulsive.
No, stop laughing.
Really, I am.
It started last year when I found myself unintentionally preggo with #3. Way out of control and in denial, I picked up the hooks again and haven't been able to put them down. There's way too much yarn stashed behind the chair in the bedroom, and many, many "works in progress" hiding behind the chair in the living room. And yet, I asked for yarn for my birthday...and my mom complied, gifting me with the ability to buy enough Cascade Eco Yarn to make me the Cinnabar Coat from the latest Interweave Crochet. That's it in the pic. Yummy cocoa brown, thick and warm enough for what MN has in store, I hope. Looking at it makes me want to go touch it, and hear the mellow click of the bamboo hook on my wedding ring.
Seriously, I'm a junkie.
I'm also attempting to make my way at home full time with 3 small people 5 and under, 2 english bulldogs, 1 newly transformed teeny-tiny leopard frog, 1 apparently obstinant tadpole and 1 husband all under my charge.
As you can imagine, the fabric of my life is not exactly compatible with my drive to crochet and crochet and crochet and crochet.
There's not much sleep, and many nights frustratingly spent laying awake thinking about yarn and hooks and yarn and projects and yarn and stitches and yarn. And the whole time I'm laying there not believing I'm not sleeping because I'm thinking about crocheting stuff.
Chaotic, brain melting days spent trying to hold even one of the 5 million things I should be remembering in my head as the baby cries because his new teeth hurt, while trying to make dinner and find a lost blankie and explain just why it isn't such a good idea to feed the grow-a-frog the dead bugs found amongst the dust-bunnies under the couch.
Gee, wonder why I ache for nap time and the hour at the end of the day I can pop in my ear buds, escape into a podcast and make row after row of neat stitches?
OK, so maybe it's not such a mystery.
But still, that's what this is all about.
1 comment:
Wonderful! I love when we confess we're addicted to our crochet! :)
I'm looking forward to reading about more of your crochet adventures!
~Dee
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