Creative Outlets #MFRWauthor

For many years, I wrote technical manuals. For even more years, I edited them. So for all those years, writing erotic romance was my creative outlet. When I wasn’t working at such technical jobs, I used counted cross stitch,Counted Cross Stitch crochet, a little knitting, and crewel work as creative outlets. I stopped counting cross stitch when I had to use a magnifying glass to see the tiny little holes (oh, vanity!), but crocheting is still a relaxing activity.

Now, I have to qualify that by saying I’m not a terribly good crocheter, so I have to keep things pretty simple. I once knitted my dad, who was a rural mail carrier, a hat with the inscription U.S. Male and that was a huge Crocheted afghanendeavor for me. Mostly though, I crochet scarves and afghans—nothing greatly detailed that involves shaping, like sweaters or booties.

Although I have gotten away from needlework, I’ve lately been giving thought to asking hospitals, nursing homes, and shelters if they could use afghans or baby blankets. For Crocheted baby afghanthem it wouldn’t have to be anything too intricate, just hypoallergenic and washable. I think even I could manage that. And in that case, I would once again be using needlework as a creative outlet, but with greater ramifications.

I’ve always admired my mother and aunt for many reasons but mostly because they are always thinking of others. They’re just plain good women. They routinely buy small, travel-size hygiene products, toothbrushes and toothpaste, brushes and combs, and little teddy bears to package and give to women’s’ shelters, since those victims often have to leave home with Giving, charity, sharingnothing but the clothes on their backs. They crochet winter scarves and donate them to Native American schools in the Midwest where they live. And they do this on very limited incomes! Maybe we can all do a little more to help out those who have less? I’m going to try. Will you?

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Dee
Naval Maneuvers When a woman requires an earth-shattering crush of pleasure to carry her away, she can’t do better than to call on the US Navy. Sorry, Marines!

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