Hookers N’ Junkies

and I am a yarnaholic.

hello Charlotte

I first got hooked 2 years ago at Christmas helping a friend out at Chemo. Her ma taught me how to knit. I frustratedly knit the tightest most misshapen “rectangle”. a few days later, my mother-in-law and sister-in-law taught me how to crochet. I soon abandoned the needles, and took to hooking, in the hopes that one day maybe someone would pay me for my craft. I put myself out there. At work, at home, sometimes even in public. I was a mess.

Summer came, and my hooking got put off to the side. I couldn’t bring that to Europe with me! I may get kicked off the plane! I never went back to it until that fall, where I picked right back up again. now, always with a hook in hand, I started discovering new forms of obsession, namely yarn, books, magazines. I got off the cheap, oily stuff, onto designer fabrics. Then, one day, I found a pattern that used knit and crochet. I decided my fate. I picked up the needles again. I’ve stopped eating. I’ve stopped sleeping, I’ve stopped working. Now. it’s all socks, sweaters, baby wear. it just doesn’t stop. Sometimes, I’m found hooking and picking up the needles in the same day. Never a 24 hour period goes by without a needle in hand or a trick turned. I’m doomed.

I’ve asked you here as support. I need like minded people who truly undertand what it is to wake up from the pain in our fingers, only to discover how to change that misshapen mess into the sister of the other perfect sock.

Help!

meet me on Sunday, November 25th. I need some support for my yarn addiction

Char