Little Ole Me, the Busy Little Bee: Crochet Dreams and Gardening Memories ๐Ÿ 4KCBWDAY1

Good morning, friends! I had every intention of posting this yesterday, but this busy little bee had so much on her plate that I didn’t quite make it in time.

I’ve been hard at work on flower motifs for my CAL (crochet along) scarf, and then decided to jump into a fast, fun project that I actually dreamed about the other night. Yes, I dream about yarn — in fact, I have some of the strangest dreams in general, but since I began this yarnie lifestyle, most of them involve crochet!

One night, I woke my hubby because I was “yarning” in my sleep — winding up yarn — and not long after that, he surprised me with a ball winder. That simple tool made me grin from ear to ear.

A few nights ago, I dreamt about jelly beans that looked like tiny yarn balls. Two nights before that, I dreamed about a camera case to go with my Vera Bradley lanyard for my small camera. I’m planning to finish the case today after running a few errands, and I can’t wait to share photos of how I made it. I thought about writing a pattern for it, but what matters most to me is sharing the joy of crochet with you, not the pattern itself.

I also want to give a heartfelt thank you to the new crochet group I’ve found on Facebook, a group full of yarnies who blog and share their love of crafting. They’ve become a sweet little online community for me. Yesterday was their blog challenge, and this post was meant to be part of it, but once again, I got too buzzzzzy to get it done on time.

The challenge asked a fun question: Which house do you fall into?
Here are the choices they shared:

  • Bee: busy and industrious, slightly distracted by shiny things

  • Manatee: gentle and relaxed, representing the comfort side of your craft

  • Monkey: intelligent and playful, loving challenges in every project

  • Peacock: bold and brilliant with every color and design

I know exactly where I fit. I’m a little Bee because I never slow down. Even while watching TV, I’m crocheting, blogging, or trying to teach myself knitting. I flit from one hobby to the next with a smile, and my love for yarn remains the one constant in all of it.

In the last month, my yarn stash has tripled, and my craft knowledge has grown in ways that even surprise my mother-in-law, who has been crocheting for more than fifty years. I’m constantly learning new stitches and styles, thinking about all the crochet treasures that might one day fill my home.

I love color. I love being outdoors. I love the gentle breeze while walking my little Yorkie and snapping photos of flowers and gardens to share here. The iris plants in the photos are deeply special to me because they came from my grandmother’s garden. She was a busy bee, much like me — always outside, gardening, teaching me how to can and quilt, sharing her love of creation. When she passed away in 2008, I dug up her irises and brought them with me through three moves. Now they flourish around our yard, bigger and brighter than I have seen anywhere else, and every time I see them, I think of her.

Each time I crochet, take photos, or work in the garden, I carry those memories with me — and I hope that sharing them here brings you a little of that warmth too.



I wanted to share a little wrist exercise from a blog I love Freshstitches!
http://www.freshstitches.com/wrist-exercises-knitters-crocheters-easy/


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  1. I love the photos from around your property. I have lived in my house for 7 years now and still have yet to plant any perennials. I had a vegetable garden one year, but that was all.

    My grandma had the most beautiful tulips. After she died, it pained my grandpa to see them come up every year, so he mowed over them. He also cut down her prized cherry tree. My grandpa passed away nearly 10 years ago. I miss them both and understand how special these plants are for you.

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    1. the story about your grandmother/father made me get all teary eyed. I am a big outdoor girl. I do a huge garden every year and can/freeze everything. I even search the property for black berries and make Jams for gifts etc. I have always been told I have an old soul and LOVE that people see that with in me.:) Thanks for stopping by Niccupp

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    2. I have fond memories of my grandpa's garden. He worked hard and would let me put the seeds in the ground and cover them over. Once it came time to harvest, my grandma kept ice cream buckets and we would sit under a tree in her backyard snapping green beans all day. Then, the next day, she canned them. There is nothing wrong with being an old soul. I wish I had learned some things before my grandparents passed.

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