When I see a homeless man, I think “there must have been some point when you were held and cared for as a baby.” To lose that, to never be held again, is the most horrific sorrow I could imagine.
Think of those out in the rain and snow this winter.
Just finished a new hat!
To buy it: https://www.etsy.com/listing/102539477/cute-pink-and-rainbow-beanie
Maybe I’m a Sucker…
A young, homeless man playing guitar on a curb in Cambridge yelled out to me, “I like it when pretty girls give me money!” I smiled in spite of myself and gave him a couple bucks.
A woman picking up trash along a main street in Boston… Wow, cool.
My Prison Penpal
Got my first reply from him and apparently TONS of people crochet in jail. They make everything: bears, blankets, hats, little sweaters, etc. Just imagining this makes me unbelievably happy.
So I just realized, I’m going through a lavender phase, I love it.
After requests, I finally made a beard.
A new hat made with Adrienne Vittadini yarn. Wool, alpaca, mohair, and nylon.
My shell scarf finished!
A day after I made the sign, I took this picture. It rained the next day, but I at least made three people happy. :)
I crochet for love. See something you want? Lemme know.