Author: Rebekah Parker

Tangled bits of string, strewn across the floor. A giggling toddler wobbling her way across the living room, a trail of unwoven, slobbery yarn trailing behind her. She topples down onto her behind and giggles, flashing me an enormous toothy smile.

How she finds my yarn I don’t know. I try to keep my yarn away from her, but somehow she seems to find some way of getting to it. Along with the frustration comes joy. The joy in knowing that my daughter takes interest in what I do. The bright colors, the sensory feeling of soft yarn on your hands, there is nothing like it. My daughter enjoys these things as much as I do.

The sheer delight in her eyes when she received a stuffed lemon off my table at the craft fair after she was good all day; melted my heart. The pure innocence and joy in her eyes reminded me of simpler times. When instead of trying to keep up with a growing toddler, and attempting to start a business out of our tiny apartment; I was playing in the mud or sewing costumes for me and my friends. The joy our children show us is like nothing I have ever experienced before. A glorious mixture of nostalgia and happiness, with a tiny tinge of sadness at times gone by.

Its times like these that I realize how much we take the tiny things for granted. How we let life slip by without stopping to feel the wool between our fingers. Without noticing the small beautiful things that pass us by at adults. We should all aspire to catch that spark of pure imagination and joy. That joy that once turned funnels into trumpets and wrapping paper tubes into swords, can now be turned into the joy that urges an artist to create.

So let that yarn tangle, enjoy the experience of creative expression, and keep the spark alive.

I have wanted to embark on this adventure for a long time. To share my hobbies, my stories and my misadventures on a bigger scale.

My passion for Art

From a young age, I have always had a passion for all things artsy. From making my own fantasy costumes for elaborate games of imagination and fantasy; to designing my own fashions in a bedroom my mother lovingly set up as a fashion boutique, art has always been my passion.

As a young girl my Grandmother instilled a love for my favorite of all the arts and crafts I had ever tried. Crochet. Now, teaching a 8 year old crochet may not sound like a difficult process, but you would be very wrong in thinking that. My left handed self struggled to figure out how to hold the hook. Led by the ever patient instruction of my grandmother she painstakingly taught me the basic stitches, holding my hands and trying to show me how to properly keep gauge. She was very persistent that gauge came first. Before a single crochet could happen she made sure that I crocheted an obscenely long rope of chain stitches. Oh how proud I was of that “rope” I showed it off as if it was a billion dollar piece of art. After that moment the spark was kindled, I knew crochet was my favorite artistic medium.

The goal of this Blog is to share my passion for Crochet as well as other hobbies and my misadventures in motherhood. It is meant to be a place where you can sit back, grab a cup of coffee, laugh and relax; Or grab your crochet hook and make something special.

I like to see this blog as a jumping off point to something bigger, goals that seem like dreams now. Come, join us in this ever changing adventure