I’m not sure when exactly it was that I taught myself to crochet. It was sometime between graduating from college and having kids. After two failed attempts to learn earlier, I bought a book, and it made sense. I started crocheting, and I didn’t look back.

I can’t even count the hours I’ve spent with hook in hand trying to finish a gift on a deadline or crocheting fish for a game or learning another new stitch. I crochet in the car to keep from pressing the imaginary brake when my husband’s driving. I crochet and binge watch Netflix. I crochet while schooling my children and while dirty dishes sit in the sink.

I’m starting to think that maybe instead of starting a crochet blog, I should go switch the laundry! But start a blog I will! Because I like to crochet, and I like to write. A match made in heaven.