crochet
stabbing yarn with a tiny hook until it becomes something cute
crochet is my “i need to do something with my hands before my brain explodes” hobby. it’s repetitive in a good way, and my one thing to do while binging a show.
things i’ve made
- tiny animals that sometimes scare me cause i refuse to give them eyes
- granny squares that may someday see light
- random shapes that started as one idea and are missing
if you see me intensely counting under my breath, it’s probably a stitch count, not a meltdown. probably?
