I don't know how many of you are aware of my predilection for yarn, but crochet and reading are my two favorite hobbies. It's where most of my spending money is, well, spent.
I learned how to crochet when I was in treatment from a friend. My aunt had taught me the basics of knitting when I was 13 (I was in choir, and we got "picked" to be chorus members in the school musical production of A Tale of Two Cities. I was a French peasant who walked around knitting...with bright orange acrylic yarn, which I'm sure set the scene nicely), and I made the cliched scarf or four while I was in treatment. But I couldn't really get beyond the basic knit stitch.
Along comes my friend who teaches me to crochet, and it's something I really got the hang of pretty quickly. I didn't really look back after that. I even teach crochet on occasion.
A few of the things I've made recently:
Aria says "This is my blanky..."
In which the cat discovers my yarn stash
Crocodile stitch scarf
Chain link placemats
I could wax poetic on what crochet means to me, but I won't. I love the creativity bit, I love being able to transform a ball of yarn into a scarf or cardigan or blanket. I also love how relaxing it is for me. My fingers and hands are kind of hypnotized by the repetitive wrapping of yarn around hook. It's soothing.
On her PsychCentral post about the Zen of Knitting, Sandy Naiman writes:
It focuses me. My mind is often all over the stratosphere. My psychologist wanted me to learn to be more mindful, but I confess, I’m not into examining raisins. However, the gentle rhythm of knitting is perfect for me. The Zen of it works wonders for me.
The yarn tethers my wandering brain to the real world. It brings me back to reality. It slows my pounding heart and the silent whirl of racing thoughts.