Crochet

customer. But that’s another story, one I could tell you now if I wanted too but there are much more interesting events to come. She looked out the window, A man and a woman were pushing a baby in a stroller, laughing, she wished she had that childhood and not the screwed up one she ended up having. Parents are supposed to love and protect you well not for her. No, she shook that feeling I have to be strong, I have to be brave I’ve got to forget what happened. But no matter how hard she tried…

She would try to teach me how to cook, or crochet, or do crafts, but I was never really interested in any of those things. I remember feeling angry that I wasn’t allowed to do anything that the boys could do. Eventually, (although, I’m still not sure how) I drove my Mom crazy enough, that she stated…

Alice’s crochet game with the Queen of Hearts is suggestive of young children’s process of learning to self-sooth and tame their anger. The Queen is a woman in a position of influence, suggesting that anger and sadness are powerful and consuming emotions. The Queen…

” Casey smiled a genuine smile. “I feel the same way, Fiona.” Since returning to the bed and breakfast, they had become great friends. In the evenings, after dinner when the other guests had gone to bed, they would sit in the parlor. Fiona would crochet while she went over the designs for the renovations. She would occasionally ask Fiona’s opinion on colors and patterns for the furnishings, as well as paint schemes for each room. During this time, Fiona took on the role of surrogate mother and…

Jennifer is a blithe and free little woman who has been notable in a bakeshop in Flushing for a quarter of a year. She stands restlessly among customers in a crevice between two small shops. Once in a while she trudges up and down Main Street seeking attention, even something as little as a smile from someone else. She sometimes makes eerie sounds, and ends up scaring people off, making it difficult for her to get her point across. As people walk away from her, she begins to wail her arms up in…

My Northern Michigan Adventure Every year my family and I go up to our favorite place, Rogers City Michigan. Rogers City is a small town at the edge of Michigan right on the water. It is a place to relax and unwind for a while. The small city offers quaint shops, delicious places to eat and friendly people. We stay right on the shores of Lake Huron just outside of Rogers city. Where the waves crash and the sand beckons you to come frolic in the sun. The days leading up to the trip are almost on…

Barthelemy Thimonnier patented the first actual sewing machine making eighty of his machines being used to sew uniforms for the French Army in 1841. Thimonnier’s machine included a hook-tipped needle, a needle with a hook at the end similar to a crochet needle that also created only a chain stitch. With that in mind, Walter Hunt had an idea for a double threaded machine which would create an interlocked stitch, sewing pattern that makes secure connections that won’t break, instead of chain…

Dieting seems to be all the rage right now. Skinny people that want to lose a pound or two does not compare to those of us who are overweight and struggling to lose weight. I have been there, but, thanks to Weight Watchers, I am no longer struggling in my weight loss plan. After searching, trying, and failing many different varieties of diet, I saw a Weight Watchers commercial on TV, advertising a free week trial. I put down the remote, and logged on to receive my free trial. I didn't know much…

In the year 1816, a screaming little lad was born on the small scottish island of Raasay. His name was James McKenzie and he is my great-great-great-grandfather. At a young age he and his family sailed across the ocean to Prince Edward Island, Canada. He grew tall and strong and married the love of his life, Anne Martin. On March 17, 1860 a kicking firstborn son named, Norman James McKenzie was born to the happy couple. Norman lived on Prince Edward Island for 20 years, then set out for the…

The last beams of sunlight fade away behind the houses across the street. The soft sound of yarn being pulled out of its roll is drowned out by the chatter of a news anchor on the tv. Cheryl Austin sits in her chair, crocheting a boot cuff out of a deep blue yarn. Occasionally she looks up when her husband speaks, or when something interesting happens on the tv. In streaks her two dogs, Koko and Andi, growling and yipping at each other playfully. Suddenly, Andi notices her mistress and begins to…