Taxi Cab Confessions

After having to deal with several bouts of hand fatigue that hindered the many projects I was working on, (at the same time of course!) I began to experiment with modifying my crochet hooks to work better for me. Why should I have to suffer because the silly people that make crochet hooks don't see what the users need, or want for that matter...

so here are some of my latest creations...







I figured, if a taxi cab driver can have massaging action while they are driving, why can't my hands have the same feeling while I crochet. So quite honestly, I don't think I could go back to anything different!

Craftiness

I've been a closet crafter my entire life. Literally. Growing up we had a great closet of sorts (at one time I think it was a kitchen when our house was 2 apartments) off of my parent's bedroom. My mom stocked it with everything from glitter to fabric to carpet samples to paper and everything in between. I could spend hours in that room.

Now that I am a grown up... biologically of course, I spend almost as much time in my own room at my house. I try to contain the mess, and my husband likes to point out when the room seems to vomit out into the rest of the house, but really, a girl needs a lot of space to work...

I crochet, and sew and paint and crochet and bead and crochet and take photographs... I have a job to support my nasty art habit. Why can't the fun things pay the bills?