When I was a teenager, walking into a yarn store for the first time made me feel out of place and awkward about asking for yarn for myself.
“Are you buying this yarn for your mom?” the cashier would inevitably ask. My heart would sink, and I’d say, “No, it’s for me.” Stereotypes have a way of choking off your internal joy.
As a teenager, I felt like I was buying stuff that I wasn’t supposed to be buying. Some kids were trying to sneak peeks at Playboy (or Playgirl – duh). But here I was, feeling furtive because I wanted to make something pretty.
Throughout my teenage years and up until The Crochet Crowd began, I wouldn’t reveal to many people that I knew how to crochet.
“Are you buying this yarn for your mom?” the cashier would inevitably ask."
I kept at it though. I just did what I had to and still enjoyed crochet, even though it was my own little secret. Crochet helped quiet my mind by making me concentrate on one stitch at a time.
I grew up in a home where creativity was encouraged and daydreams were gateways to ideas.
Living for a short time in a small town, Ontario, arts and crafts were a way to fill time in the e …