12.07.2008 - Pillow of Love

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This has been my most intricate crochet project yet. Lots of lessons learned in the craft from this project. Especially with my perfectionist state of mind.

More to come surely!

I originally was taught crochet when I was 11, by my Aunt Maria. Doilies weren’t my passion, though. It was as if I was chasing my tail… Mindless circles to just decorate a table space.

Once I became pregnant with Krislynn, I was motivated out of necessity to crochet. Booties and hats started me off. Christopher’s Mother Mary is a crafty lady, so I had that inspirational image as well.

After these initial trials, my mind opened up to the possibilities. The toys and accessories I can make that aren’t available. My creativity can craft a world anew.

At last it’s coming, more and more steadily. Getting quicker and more logical in my mind… instead of “tear it up and give it up” perfectionist-Jackie.

Glad I am, for this accomplishment. It was a bit rough, and I surely felt like throwing in the hook. My patience has outweighed these notions, gotten me through, and it’s a lasting impression.

I see my progress in infinite ways.

11.07.2008

Originally uploaded by PoeticallyPoised

To believe this little bundle of personality jumped from my womb nearly 18 months ago.

Seeing her blossom, I can’t help but be amazed. She’s a person all her own, but still one-heck of a reflection for my own self.

Ironic how my thought process leads me into reality.

As I’m making some tea in my kitchen today, I am recollecting a remark my drunken Mother-in-law had made one evening. After the two-night stay of my own Mother turning out rotten, “I am going to be everything your Mother never was for you.” Yes, that burns my wounds just a little more.

So, I was anything but startled to find my Mother riding up to my home on a bike. My Mother surely tries, more than anyone knows. Fact is, she’s only out for her own good… Even still, she’s blind to what exactly is good for her.

My door is closed, and it’s much to soon for me to open it once more.