Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Monday, October 17, 2005
I want my yarn
The sign of an addicted knitter or crocheter.
"I want my yarn"
No matter how ill or what's going on, we want our yarn and needles or hooks. It never fails. If our arms aren't strapped down, or if we can at least move one, we want to play with our yarn.
When I was in labor, I knit on my sock. It was the only thing that kept me half sane and calmed me down when I felt like hell. The end of last week, Grammy asked for her yarn.
Grammy can't read at the moment. She can't comprehend the words and she's a little confused at times. This is what the stroke has done but hopefully she will get it back at some point. She's in rehab so there is a good chance she'll be able to re-learn the things that she's lacking. I think she is happier, however, that she can at least still crochet. My mom brought her the project she was currently working on and she was to pick up where she left off.
Any one that sees Gram, can tell that being able to work with her yarn makes her happy. Any other person that is also fiber addicted knows how truely great she must feel knowing that the yarn will flow effortlessly through her fingers. Reading and remembering certain things may be a challenge, but at least she can crochet. As you can imagine, it's making her feel much calmer about being in the rehab home.
I don't have a picture of what she's working on but I do have my last little FO. And I do mean little.
This is the best picture I could get at this time of day. I'll see if I can convince the littlest Boogie to model them at some point. She's having a fussy morning, no one likes Mondays. Thank you all for the great comments about the socks and Baby Boogie from Friday.