Wednesday, August 21, 2013

A Stitch From My Life

I was a guest blogger last week on Cre8tion Crochet, it was such a cool experience I haven't ever had the opportunity to do that before. It was so fun because I was asked all kinds of questions about myself and my crochet and it gave me a chance to just be me! One of the questions that I was asked is what I love about crochet. And my answer sparked a little conversation. I actually received a couple of e-mails and Facebook comments about my answer to just that question. I hadn't really thought it was anything special but basically my answer was that I feel more complete when I do, I don't yell at my kids and husband as much and I feel more calm and centered. I thought since it sparked such an interest that I would take some time and share my crochet journey with you all today.

I began crocheting when I was 10, I've now been crocheting for almost 20 yrs. (If any of you start doing the math we are no longer friends.) ;) My grandma taught me. The woman was an amazing crafter! She could quilt, and hook like no body else I knew! She and I had always had a special bond and I was so excited that she wanted to share something of herself with me! 


Her arthritis was getting to a point that she couldn't crochet anymore so she gave me her hook and the two trash bags that were her yarn stash and taught me a chain and single crochet stitch. Then before our lesson was over she showed me how to make a pot holder using those two basic techniques. Our lesson lasted maybe a half an hour, my first and last lesson, but I was fascinated! I kept playing around with the stitches the whole drive home (about 6 hrs of "awake" time.) 

My parents always wanted us doing something constructive if we were going to watch TV, and this became my new thing to do. I could carry it from my room to the living room and back easily enough and I could pay attention to the TV without losing track of what I was doing with my hands, it was perfect! 

Once I mastered the pot holders I got started on some afghans. I asked my parents for pattern books for my birthday and when my grandma saw how much I was enjoying it she gave me all of her crochet books that she had collected over the years with basic stitch instructions and patterns. I went from afghans to scarves and then decided to try my hand at thread crochet. I made a few doilies which is really the only projects I still have from those early crochet days. Most of the items I made were gifted to family or donated to charity.


About this time I was in High School and was very involved in my classes and extra curricular activities. I was a cheerleader so I needed to be at A LOT of sporting events and practices and then there were tests and activities that I was involved in at church (service projects and activities). I didn't have hours on hand for hooking but I still kept at it. It was my safe place. Whenever I was getting overwhelmed with life, boys, parents, all those things that seem to collapse on you as a teenager, I was able to sort out my stress with my yarn. I don't know how it worked but a couple hours of creative thinking a week took the stress level down from all those other bombardments. I loved it!

I was a little nervous when I moved out that all my college roommates would think I was some old woman carting around yarn and hooks. But one of my roommates was a fellow hooker and we loved to freak out other people by taking our projects to football games. ;) I got teased by a bunch of my guy friends at that first game till I out cheered them! Muahahaha!!! They were amazed that this "old lady" knew what was going on well enough in the game that she could hook and shout at the same time. ;)

Crochet helped me out a lot through my single life. My friends would always laugh when I was moving to a new apartment because I had a couple boxes that were just for yarn. But when things would get crazy at work, or when we needed a new marketing idea or sale (we did a lot of our own grass roots marketing in the retail company I worked for) I would just pick up my hook and let my mind wander and somehow opening up the creative side of my brain allowed me to think differently about all of my problems, school, boys (ugh, boys are always a problem aren't they?), work, roommate drama. It would all dissolve!

Eventually I met my husband. We met country line dancing and when I realized he didn't have a problem with my yarn (or shoe) addictions I knew he was the one for me!!

I kept crocheting and soon got very excited about making BABY things!!!!

When our first daughter was born our lives turned upside down!!! Who knew one little tiny person could demand so much attention! I quit my job to be a stay at home mom (which is a decision I wouldn't change in a million years!) But I didn't realize the toll she would take on me. As a new mother I made the mistake of thinking that I was now responsible for EVERYTHING! I almost never put her down. I got anxious when other people would hold her, I needed her back! I didn't rely on my husband at all. My life became completely about her and I didn't crochet for almost 6 to 8 months. By this time the "baby blues" that had seemed to linger around since our daughter was born began to deepen into post partum depression. I didn't even realize it because it had come on so slowly. 

I didn't want to really do ANYTHING. Getting up was a burden, going to bed was a burden. I was doing most of what I needed to do out of necessity. I never got to the point of wanting to hurt my child but I was mean. I was a yeller. I hollered at my husband over so many small, insignificant things. When we went out on a date we almost had nothing to talk about because I was such a sour puss. I unconsciously blamed him for the time away from my daughter and I hated myself for reasons that I couldn't identify. I was starting to drown and didn't even realize it was happening. 

One day my angel of a husband sat me down and asked me when the last time was I had time for myself. When was the last time I had done something that I wanted to do. I didn't have an answer. I couldn't even remember. He told me to take some time for myself and that he would play with our daughter for the next couple hours. At first I just wanted to sit still, not have anyone touch me or call my name. But I knew I would get bored fast so I decided to make my daughter a hat and I went to go find my hook. Peace washed over me, that is the only way to describe it. I sat down on the couch with a skein of yarn and a hook for the first time in months and all of a sudden, in that moment, life was ok again! I was smiling and laughing and talking to my husband about the silly things that our daughter would do and we were making her laugh and together, in that moment we became a family! I have such tender memories of that day. I realized I needed to ask for help, and taking a little time for myself each day wasn't a sin of some kind. My children could still be healthy, well adjusted kids because their mom wasn't yelling all the time. It took a lot of time to work through and it didn't come all at once but I began to heal. My hook healed me in ways I can't describe! 

Now, today, I still need to work to find that creative time. We now have two little girls and they work together to drive me crazy! ;)


It was shortly after our second daughter was born that I decided to take on this blog journey. It has been quite a learning experience and was very discombobulated and unfocused as I learned what it was that I wanted to get out of it and what I wanted my "business" to be. I'm so happy with where this journey has taken me. I'll forever be indebted to my dear sweet grandma for giving me an emotional coping mechanism so many years ago. I don't know if she ever knew what a difference crochet made in my life. 

I do still notice that I get ogre-ish and mean when I haven't had a moment to get my frustration out with yarn. I still have stresses, I now have in-laws and children and a husband that all make life all sorts of interesting and challenging. I love them all to pieces and wouldn't trade them for anything but if I feel myself getting a little crazy I know where to find relief. I know that a little yarn therapy goes a lot further than carrying around all that grumpiness and frustration. The process of making something beautiful from nothing has been healing for me and I hope that someone out there can find peace from me sharing this little piece of myself. 



I hope you all have a great Wednesday!
Be happy!

12 comments:

  1. Beautiful story!! My Granmommie taught me to hook, too... she crocheted 'til she passed at 100 yrs. She was also a mighty crafter! My dad always picked on her & said "if you ever take a drink of alcohol, you'll be hooked" When she did a craft, she did 100+... for family & friends. Then she began to sell at 85 at a Market ('til she was 96)... Eventually she lost her eyes, but had a pattern she did even then!

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    1. Wow! That's impressive! My grandma quilted till she died but just couldn't crochet anymore. Such inspiring women! I hope I'm that committed when I get up there in years. :D

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  2. Awe, this post actually made me cry! Such an honest look at your life. I commend you for putting yourself out there like that! My grandmother also taught me, but I didn't fall in love with the craft until a few years ago. It sounds like you have a great hubby too!!!

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  3. Amazing!! I learned to crochet in 5th grade, but really only made chains for years. I think I started doing patterns when I was about 18, but still only really make hats, granny squares, and scarves. I get in moods where I feel like I HAVE to crochet and have to create something useful and once I do I feel so much better! I am finally putting the effort into making your love chevron afghan! Thank you for sharing your story! It truly is awesome what some yarn and a hook can do for us!

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    1. Yep, it's amazing! I hope you enjoy the pattern!!!

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  4. You and your husband sound like wonderful people. I just found you today and you have helped me. I taught myself how to crochet and never felt I was good enough. My father passed away last week and you have inspired me to crochet lapghans for the hospice he was in. It will help me heal. Thank you for sharing yourself with us.

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    1. Thank you! What a wonderful service you would be providing! I'm sure so many would benefit, including yourself. I hope you can find some peace. My sincerest hugs and love sent your way! I lost mu mother 2 yrs ago to cancer and it is still a fresh wound for many reasons. I don't think losing a parent ever really gets easier. I'm sure he is watching over you and loving you from where he is! Love and prayers for you and your family. :)

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  5. This is the best 'About me' post I have ever read. It's not only honest, it's real and it connects with the 'real world'. I have started crocheting only a few months ago, but I have gone on to LOVE it, and am so glad I found your blog! I am also expecting my first soon (in less than two months!) and am making baby items like crazy :) Thanks again!

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    1. Thank you Linda, I don't know how I missed this comment till just now! I appreciate your kind words so much and I hope you are having a great time with your new little one.

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  7. As a crochet addict, a counseling psychologist, and a human being, I found your story powerfully touching and very brave since you exposed yourself, emotionallly naked for all to see. You did get treatment for the post partum depression, didn't you? It can be a very dangerous condition as you found out. I am blessed with a even temperament. I fell into the canyon of depression for the first time a couple of years ago when my once in a life time dog died in my arms of an unexpected massive heart attack. I stopped crocheting for the first time in decades. That's how my family knew I was in trouble. I've counseled dozens of folks with depression but had not experienced it myself. We all knew I was out of the woods when I picked up my hook again. Crochet gives me much the same benefits you so eloquently described. I'm glad we both again are reaping the rewards of crocheting!

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