I’ve neglected the blog for a little bit. I apologize. I’ll post pictures on here, that I haven’t posted yet.
Right now I’m working on:
- Smitten Mittens
- Peace, Love, Joy, and Wisdom Blanket
- 3 ft. tall sock monkey.
- baby booties
- lamb plushie
- under the sea blanket
- couple dolls
- animal muppet bag
needless to say I’m pretty busy. Ontop of needing to get everything ready for when my boyfriend comes up from Texas. boy oh boy.
1. What made you want to learn Crochet?
Both my parents, and my maternal Grandmother all crocheted. It was sort of a family craft, and I felt a sort of obligation to learn how.
2. What was the first thing you crocheted? Did it come out right?
I really can’t remember. I think it was supposed to be an afghan, but I sort of gave up on it…
3. Was there something you just could not figure out for the longest time?
I couldn’t figure out how to start off a granny square for the longest time, I used to have my mom do it for me… but to make myself feel better I remind myself that my dad did the same thing.
4. Have you made something for yourself but ended up giving it away?
All the time.
5. Have you crocheted anything that you are really proud of?
Gir. He was the first project I completely improvised without a pattern. I’m surprised I made him.
6. Is there anything you have crocheted that you will never get rid of?
7. Do you or have you thought of selling your crochet?
I do sell my crochet. To justify myself, I live in a extremely rural area that is about an hour drive away from where jobs are, so it’s the only thing I have to make money right now.
8. Have you ever designed a pattern?
None that I’ve written down. Which is sad because half the things I improvised I can’t replicate.
9. Is there something you want to crochet, but don’t think you can?
I can’t seem to grasp fillet crochet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to, but I didn’t think I’d ever get as far as I have with my crochet in general. So really who knows.
10. Have you ever regretted giving one of your crochet items away?
Sadly, yes. I made a bag for someone who accepted the gift in vain, and took the hard work I put in to it for granted. She appreciated it at first, or so I’m led to believe, but then she turned around and said a lot of hurtful things about me. Needless to say, I won’t be making anything for her ever again.
These two blankets: The one on the left was made by my father and the one the right was made by my mother. When I was a child living on the ‘Rez’ the most common thing for me to see during the times both my parents got to sit down and relax for a minute was of them crocheting and playing video games together. Pretty much every time one got a Game Over, they’d switch, and the other would crochet. I think it’s that observance that made me idolize relationships like the one my parents had.
How it all started, and how it brought me to where I am today:
When my mother was a little girl in Connecticut, she used to sit by her Grandmother’s feet and watch her crochet intricate designs into tablecloths and bedspreads. It wasn’t until my mother got older that her Grandmother and Mother decided to teach her how to crochet also. Not having a hook of her own, she ended up using her index finger as one. Her Grandmother taught her a basic granny square, which is all she ever knew, but still she’d crochet many afghans from that day forward.
About ten years after my parents met, they moved to Maine. The house they lived in when they first moved here is what is now my Grandmother’s home. It was in pretty rough shape at that time, well it’s still pretty drafty, but the long Maine winters were harsh. It was then my Dad made the discovery that the bigger the blankets my mother made got, the warmer she was. Naturally, it wasn’t long before he asked her to teach him how to crochet also. And that’s what I grew up with. Both my parents were crocheters.
Then there comes me. When I was 11 I took up an interest in the craft that my parents both bonded over. I picked it up pretty quickly, but never finished the first project I had started, but that time of my life was very stressful, and it got pretty hard to concentrate on anything. I was in a daze for a long while, and I can’t remember much of what went on in my life then. I lost all interest in everything, and just about everyone. Needless to say, I went through a lot at that time. It really wasn’t until a little over a year ago that I started it again, ironically enough when I picked it up again it was to help stop me from slipping back into the depression that I fought so long with. The more I crocheted and shared the things I made on social networking sites, the better I felt, and the more people took interest in the things I made. Then the more they took an interest, the more I had people telling me I should sell my work. I initially wasn’t going to, be living in the middle of the woods in Maine, a place where I have to travel an hour just to run simple errands, there isn’t a whole lot of job opportunity, so I figured why not. It’s not easy, but I love it. I love what I do, and I love everyone who has helped support my crafts by following my blog, and liking my page. It means a lot to me, more than anyone will ever know. I’m incredibly thankful for all the fans, followers, and all the customers who have bought my work so far. It truly is appreciated, from the bottom of my heart. The money helps keep the bills paid, but the satisfaction I get from the happiness that some of my work has given to people is priceless. Again, thank you all.
To be completely honest with you guys, this is what I do…