NO. Not a street walker. A crochet hooker! ;) I taught myself last year to crochet. It took much cursing,throwing the jumbled,crooked mess of yarn across the room- but I did it! Now I find myself able to watch a movie or the nightly news and let my fingers do the stitching from memory even the most complicated looking project isn't complicated now. I have always loved crafts. My talent is proudly inherited from my mommy and her mother. The bug bit me hard so i've got plenty of ideas but usually,never ever enough yarn.
For my Daddy this year on father's day I made him a large hexagonal 'square' design afghan to cover his big chair. He loves it. My husband has the first one I ever made: crooked and a little too short for his 6 foot 2 inch frame,but he loves it. I made our little brother (his little bro) one out of the same yarn so it matches for his birthday.
I quilt,sew,embroider,cross stitch, and now crochet. I also can do crafts taught my Cherokee great grand mama- cut ribbon work and quilling. As in porcupine quills. And ribbon embroidery.
When she taught me, those arts were already fading. Not alot of the young native women wanted to bother with it. She taught me loom weaving too but I haven't loom yet. My husband has promised me a craft room with a sturdy table and a brand new sewing machine. Hes wonderful like that. I would love to his craft too. Gun crafting. I very much hope for the day we have a large family of both sons and daughters and we make a buisness of it. In this day and age a woman should learn as many things as she can. Both traditional and new. Because who to say that by the time i'm a grandmother,what crafts will be still be in use? Well in my house, they will be alive and treasured.
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