23rd Feb
This crochet habit is serious.
This crochet habit has me delerious.
I dream of loops, get lost in loops,
Stuck in loops. Twisted in the twisted yarn.
I want to do it first thing in the morning,
Last thing at night. I dream of it, asleep, awake.
It costs me a fortune. A ball of wool here,
a new fancy hook there.
That dopamine tug. The masculine and feminine in every moment. Pulling yarn, hook through yarn, repeat, repeat, repeat.
Its got me beat.