About 15 years ago, I learned how to crochet because my then co-workers had started a monthly craft group.
I started a throw in a rows of light and dark green with a rich purple. I remember stitching and thinking,
"When this is finished, he'll be gone" (meaning my husband at the time--a man who was seeing a woman
from my former church and refusing to move out). It gave me hope in a very dark place...
I recently was given a box of crocheted squares of different sizes and materials. I hadn't done any kind of needlework
since that throw, but I really wanted to try. So, with the help of video tutorial clips on the internet
and a bunch of library books, I'm relearning. What is so wonderful is the feeling of the angel hair yarn
I'm using...it feels like little kisses to my soul. I'm hoping to donate the result to a local nonprofit
who provides apartments for homeless families. After struggling with depression for so many years,
it feels like I'm stitching my heart back together.
Jan
