Once upon a time...

... a girl named Wen

found a little wooden box in a closet of her Mom's.

You might ask, who's business is it to be rummaging through someone else's stuff?

And you're so right.

But she couldn't help herself.

The collection of beautiful fabrics and colourful threads caught her attention

and was too tempting to be ignored.

Before she knew it

she found herself dug deep in soft and colourful piles of yummyness.

That's when she happened upon the little wooden box.

"Crochet Hooks" it had said on the lid.

Some tongue-out-of-mouth hours,
several misshaped attempts,
months of denying the existence of any hook

and some more misshaped attempts later

flowers began to appear on her hook.

Her heart leaped for joy.

This is the moment she knew

there was no way she could go back to her peaceful pre-hooked life.

Frantically she created flower after flower.

Even a little doily.

And a granny square.

Now the only sensible thing this girl can do
is making her Mom some loveliness.

By the way
these crochet hooks are antique...

They belonged to my great-grandmother.

Also with the hooks came this thingie...

It's a measuring thingie of sorts.

See?

Now, what else is in that closet...

xx Wen

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