They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t. I never crocheted dreams. I crocheted my own reality. — after Frida Kahlo

An unresolved mystery of a missing woman — Tuesday, September 20, 1988, was — to all outward appearances — an ordinary, late summer day in Rio Communities, New Mexico. Situated thirty-five miles south of Albuquerque, the western edge of town abuts the Rio Grande River for which the city is named. Tara Calico, a busy, ambitious, and athletic…

A little work doesn’t daunt me. — Nancy Drew

If something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing twice! — crochetbug

You have power over your crochet— not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.― after Marcus Aurelius

What cannot be said will be crocheted — after Sappho

The yarn has a life of its own. I try to let it come through. — crochetbug, after Jackson Pollock

I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble. — Helen…

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Crochet is awesome. — crochetbug