The art and love of crocheting
took root in my heart and grew into love about a decade ago when I was sick and
in bed with the mumps. I didn’t want to accept the truth that my perfect
attendance record was going to be tarnished suddenly because I was caught up in
the fire of an ailment. But it was becoming evident all around me that the
contagious thing that took over me, was going to leave me bed-ridden and
home until it withered away.
What was an over-active lady
supposed to do when so many tasks were clamoring for my attention while I was
forced to be in hearty accord with my bed? The answer; rest.
I tried. I slept. I lied in
bed with the television on. But I couldn’t alleviate this attachment to the
opinion that I needed to be doing something other than. And so, I found something to do to keep me active.
One Skein At A Time
One Skein At A Time

Changing the Needle
Finally I got back on my feet
and wanted to test what I made amongst my friends and co-workers. Who knew that I would sell
so many of my hats that day that it would leave me convinced that I was supposed to be making hats. I started to enjoy the fruits of my labors even
more when I started vending my crafts at street fairs.
At one particular street fair,
a man approached me and told me that he wanted some hats for his store located
in Greenwich village. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Brooklyn. He told
me he wanted fifty hats. I said that I could have them for him in a week or so.
He told me he wanted them by Friday.

I don’t crochet as much as I
used to anymore, though when the rain and snows take over the New York landscape, I
find myself on my couch skeining away.
I’ve made hats. I've made bags. I've made baby booties. I've made bibs. I once made a queen-sized granny square blanket as a gift for my loved ones. I’ve made ornaments in
bulk for baby showers and bridal showers. I have crocheted scarves and dresses
and even teddy bears.
But now with my same heavy hand that I write, it seems as if carpel tunnel is somewhat taking over it with the pain my wrist is anchoring to. But crocheting was a love of mine and still is which is why, I always did it with this joy in my heart that turned into love.

But now with my same heavy hand that I write, it seems as if carpel tunnel is somewhat taking over it with the pain my wrist is anchoring to. But crocheting was a love of mine and still is which is why, I always did it with this joy in my heart that turned into love.
Crocheting Love Songs
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Artwork by Ricardo Ricky Jean |
The title of the song is “Crocheted” and I moved through every stanza unrestrictedly over the music of Derrick Smith, with all the aspects of the art of crocheting in mind and turned it into a love song; one skein at a time.
Please check out my song and video here: https://youtu.be/kjkGWjqJDvM
P.S.
Check out the website that features some other things that I have crocheted here: http://melodiaz.0catch.com/hand-made.html
Happy to have vibed with you all. Thank you for reading my blog post.