This week, in the U.S., we are celebrating Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has become a holiday of turkey, shopping, family and football, but at the root of the holiday is the chance for all of us to remember what we are thankful for. I have a lot to be thankful for, the people I am surrounded by each day are number one on my list. But this is a crochet blog, and because of that, I am going to tell you why I am thankful for crochet.
Almost 18 years ago my dad passed away. I was 21, in my last year of college, and one of the things my mom insisted on was that I finish my degree. I think she was afraid I’d leave school to be with her and never go back.
I worked at a Ben Franklin at the time (yes, even back then I loved craft stores). With my store discount, I bought yarn and started to crochet a vest I saw in one of my mom’s old pattern books.
I was an hour and a half from home, with a lousy boyfriend and friend’s who thought therapy took place at a bar. I felt alone, and it is hard to describe the hole I fell into.
Crochet gave me something to focus on. Making this vest (which turned into something of my own creation), I created something beautiful, warm and comforting. I could make something with my hands, like my dad did with all his hobbies, and I could do it for me. Crocheting, in one way, pulled me out of the depression I was in, and I have been doing it on and off since.
Today I am thankful for crochet. On more than one occasion, the act of crocheting has lifted me out of a dark place. There is something about yarn through your fingers, hook in hand, and creating something warm and comfortable that brings a meditative peace within me. And for that, I am thankful.
I hope all of you find something to be thankful for this week. Happy Thanksgiving! And, Happy Crocheting!