Crochetin’ my cares away

29 Nov

I was able to find some beauty and actually be thankful today in the midst of my chaos. I had no choice but to slow down. I can’t “take care” of my parents at the hospital (as if they need my care and didn’t raise up my own butt from birth). I can’t go consult my hospital because I’ve got a six year old puker on my hands. I hate tv these days. Honestly, I NEEDED something to DO with all this energy that wants to help, work, fix. Soooooooooo, my bestest bestest number one bestie facetimed me back through our crochet lesson. She has a better handle on life and has made several scarfs since our lesson as opposed to me and my one worm sleeping bag. So I sat. And I chained. And I counted. And I did the double crochet. I made a section. It had an ass. I took it out. I started over pre-ass. The ass went away. Then I went to thinking about how I was at home caring for my sick son and how he’ll remember someday that Mommy took care of him. How I rubbed his back “on top of his shirt” not beneath because his skin felt too sensitive. How I let him germ up my iPad and then lysoled it. How I said that big daddy could bring him pizza for lunch because that’s what he wanted. Little things. But things that are so dear. And then I thought about life being like that crazy scarf. How you’re crocheting along and all of the sudden an ass forms. So you back-track. Sit and figure out where it all went wrong. Take it out. Start over where the ass formed. Next thing you know, the scarf is back to looking right as rain. You can still tell where the ass was but no one else can. Except maybe Jesus. And he helped you fix the ass anyway, so he ought to know. So that’s it. Crochet. Thankful. Beauty from ashes. And asses.






6 Responses to “Crochetin’ my cares away”

  1. Julie November 29, 2012 at 2:50 pm #

    I am pretty sure… I am sure this might be one of my favorite blog posts you have done…ever. You just keep crocheting your little heart away my friend. It is so therapeutic. I find myself thinking and praying and thinking and praying the whole time I am crocheting. And that rhymed. I love you for life my sister.

  2. Marlene Stoakes Henry November 29, 2012 at 8:52 pm #

    I absolutely love reading your posts! I wish we could have been better friends!! This post made me think of my mom…she passed away a year and a half ago, and tried for years to teach me to sew and crochet… that she is gone, I sooooo wish I had learned…thank you for bringing back memories of a very special person to me…..and reminding me to slow down and enjoy the little things!

  3. Claire @ My Devising November 29, 2012 at 9:33 pm #

    I’m with Julie … this is my favorite as well. We should crochet asses together sometime. It’d be great fun.

    • loveluli November 29, 2012 at 9:43 pm #

      Girl, this scarf is going to be so cracked out its not even funny. I’m so proud of it, though. Poor thing.

      • Julie November 30, 2012 at 9:52 pm #

        Can we please have a crochet party? I’m being totally serious. And btw.. My very first cracked out scarf will always be my favorite.

        • loveluli November 30, 2012 at 10:10 pm #

          Lets wait until I can crochet and talk at the same time. 😉

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