Our Humble Beginnings

So we must begin with our story. I learned to crochet when I was 8 or 9 years old with a group of young girls during a church activity called Merry Misses. My teacher was right handed so she was unable to teach me but she called a young teenager who could help me. I remember walking to her house all by myself to get my first and only crochet lesson. She taught me how to hold the yarn, make a chain, a single crochet and a double crochet stitch. Then I was on my way. I loved it from the first time I tried.

Back then, I had a little baby brother so I had my mom buy some yarn, a crochet book and a single pattern book for babies. I had no idea how to read a pattern but most importantly, I had no idea what a gauge was. Oh, bubba. My first attempt was to make a pair of pants for my little brother. It was hilariously a disaster to say the least. So I put the hook away for several years.

After I was married for two years, we were expecting our first child. Now was the time to get serious about crochet. I knew from my previous experience I needed to learn how to crochet correctly. I made several afghans but I wanted more than that. I was blessed to come across Annie's Attic Crochet Newsletter in 1985. Annie taught me how to read a pattern, follow a gauge, and create beautiful crocheted items. She also gave me the courage to expand beyond patterns and create my own one-of-a-kind creations. During this time, I taught my mother to crochet and we have never looked back.