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.
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.
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