You Might Be A Crochet-Aholic If…..
Is there such a thing as too much crochet? Here’s some of the responses I received on my FB page the other day.
YOU MIGHT BE A CROCHET-AHOLIC IF……
- your kids tell you that you don’t need to go to the yarn store because you have your own yarn store in the basement.
- you can’t leave the house without your yarn and hook.
- you have more yarn & hooks than a crochet store.
- when shopping, you head to the yarn department first.
- you have more than one crochet hook in your purse, but you don’t have any working writing tools.
- your first question after being informed by the doctor that you need shoulder surgery is…will I still be able to crochet?
- you would rather buy yarn than a new pair of shoes.
- your Pinterest contains more patterns than you will ever be able to complete in one lifetime!
- you find crochet hooks in the dryer after doing a load of laundry!
- you would rather crochet than be on Facebook.
- your sleep is disturbed by thoughts of new patterns.
- you dont pay your rent cuz you need to add to your stash.
- you have 8 wips and can’t wait to start another one, oh and you know what a wip is!
- everything you see can be made of yarn!
- you can’t find your hook and later discover it tangled in your hair.
- you cry when your physical therapist tells you not to crochet until your shoulder is better.
- you need a separate house just for your yarn.
- you crochet food items instead of going to the grocery store and buy them.
- you jump up from a deep sleep saying, “that is what I am going to make next!”
- your husband tells his friends you have more yarn than Walmart.
Anyone have any other great ones to add?
When going on a trip, you pack your projects to take with first.
When traveling you bring more than one project, in case you finish the first one.
More than 90% of the memory on your computer is used for crochet patterns.
Can’t find your hook … I crochet on the train to/from work. When I was pregnant with my son, I put down my hook to look at my work. I then couldn’t find my hook and thought it had rolled away. What actually happened, I discovered at work later that day, was that I stuck my hook in my cleavage.
Haha! Love that, Mandy!