Taking it One Stitch at a Time

In times of stress I dream of whirlwinds. Winds that tear the walls off my house and shake the floors. Last night I dreamt I saw the tornado coming. I rushed home and crocheted my family members to the pipes, the bathtub, anything heavy. Like Spiderman spitting out web, I was spitting yarn, and in such pretty patterns.

I shared the dream with my teenage son. He rolled his eyes. "I think you have an addiction." He might be onto something. I have small tidy projects that I pull out in waiting room. There are beefier projects that keep me company on car trips. Every room in my house seems to have some sort of projects slowly nearing its way to completion.

In truth, I'm rather proud of my Spidey crocheting dream. Instead of panicking I was able to think outside the box. Each of us are collection of such unique skills. We need to remember to celebrate that.