It started when I was a little girl at Mehmere’s side wanting to know how it worked and wanting to try. She handed me a beautiful lavander hook and some yarn and we set to work.
Crocheting didn’t stick then, but fast forward 20+ years to my brother’s first deployment and all the sudden I needed something new to learn. I was visiting her one day and asked her to show me again. She pulled out the lavender crochet hook and some yarn, patiently walking me through the steps again. That day she sent me home with that crochet hook to practice.
This time it stuck. First a scarf! Then another! Then a hat! And a more fancy one!
More than some yarn and a metal hook, every project was a small escape from the realities of the situation. A distraction from the stress and anxiety. I had to count everything stitch, talking it out in my head – sometimes out loud as each project started to take shape.
I also found a way to relax which was new and exciting for me. Crocheting provided not only an outlet, but something I could do right even on my worst days. If it was wrong? It’s easy to take out and do again. Knowing there’s something you can do without question? Sort of proceless. It’s served me well.
Currently my brother is state side but I have other reasons to need an escape and relax. Stress from the day, something to do, gifts for a loved one, there are any number of ways crocheting has helped me. Mostly I just know it’s something I can DO.