Tag: Books

How I Started Crocheting Patterns

Crocheting was something I did when the children were little. I crocheted a pony called Candy for my little girl and a giraffe name Jaffa for the boys. Jaffa I recalled had a very… very long neck and the boys would swing Jaffa around in their bedroom, out of sight from Mum. It wasn’t the best pattern in the world you had to lean Jaffa against a wall for him to stand up straight.

Knowing me I probably modified it in some way, a habit that is hard to break.

Candy and Jaffa survived the children’s rough games up to their adulthood. Candy is still around and became a star in my children’s books about the adventures of Zach & Candy.

She is with me now, just behind my chair in the junk cupboard.

Alas… Jaffa suffered another fate, no one will say, just a wall of silence… 🙁

The last time I saw him, he was in a cupboard at my son’s place, my son wanted him for his little boy. 

Leah with CandyBut I fear not everyone felt the same, he was old and couldn’t stand up straight, so he may have ended up in the old clothes bag going to ‘good will’, or worse still… in the rubbish bin. I like to think he’s got a good home somewhere. Enough about that, I’ve had my public lament time to move on…

Rebirth of something I loved

My granddaughter stayed with me one weekend and she brought a little hippo named Zack from kindergarten with her. Over the weekend this little hippo was to accompany her wherever she went and on the Monday morning at kindergarten, she had to bring a book of activities that she did with this little hippo, in story form to “show and tell”.

This was the start of my story telling, (in addition to when I was a child) and Zach’s Weekend Adventure with Friends was created and based on that weekend’s events. 

Crocheting – Prop Created

Anyway the whole point to this is, I started to crochet my first character from my book, Zach. I must admit he was a sorry sight, too large really for what I needed. I already had the storyline, I just needed the prop.

The children loved him straight away and he was a mess after they played with him, white filling oozing out, but they didn’t seem to mind. After they left I would get the scissors and trim off all the filling coming from the open weave style I had created.

I never imagined he would be so popular. They would both play for hours with Zach & Zach with JhettCandy along with all the super hero figures.

An Idea was Born

An idea was born, by this time I had already created a number of children’s books including, “Zach Gets Left Behind” which was inspired by my little grandson’s day of playing with Zach.

I decided I would crochet all the characters from my books and produce an easy to follow pattern I could sell online… surely it wouldn’t be that hard?

This is what happened.

Sorting out books

Over the weekend I’ve been doing some sorting out. It’s not a job I enjoy, the dust and mess is something I avoid like the plague. But nonetheless it had to be done. I love books in all forms, digital, paperback and hard bound books, their pages reveal the world and you can be there in an instant. Well written descriptive books are very intimate they melt into your mind and subconscious and shape your thinking and view of the world.

People have lost their lives to produce and distribute information in the form of books and pamphlets, whether it was aimed to preserve the Bible’s writings or fighting for a cause. The written word is powerful.

“A drop of ink may make a million think.”
~ George Gordon Byron ~

So with that thought in mind, books were the focus, old books with yellowed edges and smelling of dampness. This is the only downside to books if you live near the sea, they just absorbed the moisture in the air and before long they start to deteriorate.
This particular book was an old copy of ‘The Untold Story – Howard Hughes’ I remembered reading it, quite a fascinating read. I opened the yellowed pages and to my surprise I found three pressed flowers distributed through the book.

I had a habit when I was younger of putting flowers in books to preserve them, usually it was of a special event or someone I really cared about gave them to me. My dear old Mum would do it and I believe Granny Lewis (my mother’s mother) did it too. So the habit has been handed down. Some don’t like the thought of a book being used for such ends but a book becomes personal after you read it. At one time I would put money in books for safe keeping, but stopped that habit years ago.

Remember Me Like a Pressed Flower

And with that thought in mind, I instantly remembered why I had put the flowers there. I couldn’t believe that I had forgotten them. It’s fascinating how the mind works, many times I’ve looked at that book and thought I should throw it out or take it to ‘goodwill’ but something always stopped me.

I scanned the front matter of the book for printing dates; there it was… First Printing, March, 1996 the year my husband died. Up to this point I have been very comfortable writing about it, after all it’s over nineteen years ago.

However when I typed the year I found tears were filling my eyes, that’s one reason I hate sorting out stuff, memories surface… happy and sad.

“Remember me like a pressed flower in your notebook. It may not be having fragrance, but will remind you of my existence forever in your life.

~ Unknown ~

But I’ll glad I found these flowers and the book, I might just read it again or maybe download another copy onto my Kindle Reader…leave the original in a time warp.