I am a Gonzo Hooker.

It doesn’t mean what you think it means — I’m taking the word back.  I mean that I crochet, all out, balls to the wall, every waking minute that I can.  It means that I live, breathe, and die crochet.

It means that I’d rather be crocheting than almost anything else.  It means that every time I see an interesting object, character, idea — I want to work out how to make a crocheted version of it.  It means my hands itch everytime I don’t have a hook and yarn in them.  The second best thing to a crochet hook is a piece of paper and a pen — if I can’t be MAKING something, I can be writing down the directions on how to make it for someone else.

Being a gonzo hooker means I dream in yarn.  In my sleep I walk in a world where everything is crocheted — where rocks are comfortable cushions, where you cut grass to make fringe, and where automobile accidents result in nothing more serious than having to fluff back up your bumper.

There are castles on clouds in the sky, and they ravel themselves up from the skein in my hand.

Crochet can’t help but be gonzo… because with a $2 metal hook and a $2 skein of Red Heart Yarn, you can make the world different than it was 30 minutes ago.  Less than 5 dollars American spent (less than $3, if you remember where you put your LAST hook) you can change the universe.

You can make something NEW.  And on this tired old planet, new is of the good.

I have my other blog that I’m getting started at http://www.voxmortuum.net — that’s going to pretty much be strictly a free page a day of crochet patterns.  Here’s going to be everything else about being a gonzo hooker – where I go, how I feel, what I read, what I see and hear.

I can’t promise this blog will be totally work friendly — the name of the blog is probably the first flag.  *grins*  I may say things like sh!t and f*ck, and I’ll try to censor them for the tender sensibilities in the audience.

This won’t be your mother’s crochet.  These won’t be scarves or hats or afghans or baby booties or anything else silly — unless it rocks your face off.  I want to take crochet to a higher level, beyond a hobby to an artform.

I’ll be posting something here everyday, of varying worth and interest.  Just like life.

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