Just a little story from my childhood about a kind older lady in the park.
Mary Cassatt - Lydia Crocheting in the Garden at Marly, 1880I must've been elementary school-aged when I first encountered the mesmerizing art of crochet. One sunny afternoon, as I played in the park, my attention was caught by an older lady sitting on a bench, her hands moving with rhythmic precision as she worked with a hook and yarn. I watched her from a distance, fascinated by the delicate dance of her fingers.
Noticing my curiosity, she smiled warmly and called me over. With gentle patience, she handed me a hook and a ball of yarn, showing me how to make a single crochet stitch. Her kindness and the simplicity of the act immediately hooked me. I can still feel the excitement of creating my very first chain of stitches.
To my surprise and delight, she gifted me a set of starter hooks and a skein of yarn before we parted ways. I remember clutching them tightly, feeling like I had been given something magical. Those very hooks are still in my possession today, cherished and well-used, a constant reminder of where it all began.
That chance encounter ignited a lifelong passion. Crochet has become my favorite pastime, a creative outlet that brings me joy and peace. I often think of that unknown woman and her generosity, grateful for the spark she ignited in me. Her simple act of kindness not only introduced me to a beloved hobby but also taught me the importance of sharing skills and spreading joy.
Crochet is more than just a craft to me; it's a connection to a cherished memory and a testament to the impact of small acts of kindness. Whether I'm creating gifts for loved ones or simply enjoying the meditative process of stitching, I always remember that afternoon in the park and the lovely lady who set me on this wonderful path.
And now you get to share your talent with the world. God bless you my sister!