Happy Hooker

I'm a happy hooker.

I have been hooking for over two years now and sometimes I wonder if it's an addiction lol.

For all those yarn lovers out there, you know what I mean! For everyone else, I hope you took a hint from the picture as to what I'm referring to...

I love crocheting my little stuffies. They are so soft and cuddly and squishy!!!!! They make great gifts and are just too cute to resist. My little "Octo"-friend is my latest little addition. I saw a few sea creatures and jellyfish and just had to make my own design. His curly legs are just so fun. Before that were my double pink bears, I love the variegated blanket yarn with the solid pink and white limbs. I sorta wing it with the first one, which means a lot of trying out different techniques...there's probably an easier way to design crochet patterns but I'm a visual person who apparently needs to see and feel them. At some point I should probably write a pattern down properly instead of using my scribbled notes, but I just keep finding more to make!
I had a sad moment...I started making another "octo" friend and ran out of purple after only doing 3 tentacles! It was quite a let down when everything else was finished!  And I still haven't replenished it :(
On that note, I'm going to go find some yarn to crochet something!
From the NorMel house, where things are anything but normal, hook on! And
good night!

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