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Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                                                                                 It was like the Sun, throbbing, pulsating, radiating......................She couldn't help but heed it.  Her thoughts, speech and actions gravitated towards it. Helpless, powerless, up creek without paddle, purblindly she would dog her footsteps as dictated.                              This sun of hers was a black-hole & also the reason for the light in her universe. It was powerful, imperious..... that which demanded complete submission. She felt like a mercury.... ti...

Crochet Summer Top Intermediate Level Ch: Chain Sl st: Slip stich Sc: Single crochet Cl: Cluster stich Rep: Repeat Yo: Yarn over Yarn size 3 light worsted weight yarn Hook size 3.5 mm E hook Needle Scissors Top size: Large 48” length 22” Row 1: ch 100. Turn ch1. Sc in second ch from hook all the way around. Turn rep *ch1 sc back loop only* Rep 2 more times. Turn your work Row 2: Pull the loop on the hook. * insert the hook in the next chain pull a loop * all the way around. There should be 100 loops. Turn your work Row 3: * Hold 5 loops on the hook yo and make sc * rep * ch 6 * rep all the way around. 20 loops made. Row 4: * ch 6 make sc in the first ch 6 space from previous row * rep till the end Row 5 : sl st & cut the yarn Row 6: * ch 100. Ch1 turn & sc in each ch all the way around. Turn & pull a loop. * Insert the hook in the next ch & pull a loop * all the way around. 100 loops. Row 7: ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                                               The skies stay grey here.....darkening sometimes, funneling.......storming..... Water below catches the  pageantry  uneasiness as high tide....rises up, crashes hard...frothing up as  rabid fangs.  Ocean tries to mirror the reflection by turning into a metallic liquid  that looks menacing, uninhabitable....sequestered. Sky is desolate & life in water quivers deeper to survive...day after day  There are but only flickers of calmness..when the sky cracks up to let in the sunlight....encompassing the entire planet in gold. Water returns to it's candor of cerulean beauty...........................briefly.   Breathe, breathe, bre...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share..... Neither the ocean, nor a wave..                                                                  Thou art only a drop in the sea...                                                                  Although thine is a jouncy ride...                                                                  SERENITY defines ye ..... Just like waves...unceasing...back & forth....forceful at times ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                                                  UNIPRINCESS            Once upon a time in a far away land lived a beautiful princess  named  Adalira.  Just like her name, she was very noble & kind. She was trained in the art of archery, horsemanship & jousting, besides being skilled in tapestry & tatting. She won many cross country tournaments in each prowess.                        She was well known for her golden locks, hazel eyes and integrity of all.  She was surrounded by riches and comfort but also was down to earth. She would never be rude to anyone. She would go out of...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....                                               CAYO THE CHANGE    Cayo was a colorful, chubby, charming caterpillar. Beside being a chatterer, he was also a gobbler.  He ate till he couldn't move, and since he couldn't move he ate even more. Mama Rue, the herb whose leaves he munched on, worried about him. Mama Rue always encouraged Cayo to keep moving by a gentle sway of her leaves & twigs. Cayo was a friendly caterpillar. He would banter with any one cruising through Mama Rue's station. Mama Rue would offer her special leaves to anyone who stopped by for chitter-chatter with joyful Cayo.                                           ...

Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....             It was late spring, with the grass a very deep green and colorful flower buds decorating the land, topped off with a bright sun bathing the forest with warmth, and Mother Minda was expecting bunnies. At the blooming of the narcissus flowers, Mother Minda birthed four beautiful kits.             Three of them, girls, were varying shades of mauve. The fourth kit was the smallest and was baby blue with the flappiest ears Mother Minda had ever seen. He came to be known as Flappy Blue.             As the days shortened, her bunnies, still very young and small, still couldn’t say any other words than “Mamma”. Flappy Blue’s sisters would say this all the time, but he kept quiet.     ...