Sometimes the most beautiful hobbies arise precisely when you least expect them.
The idea of crocheting didn't come from me. A friend of mine, an artist, told me how good crocheting was for her as a creative outlet. Just creating something, without a screen, without pressure – just with wool, a crochet hook, and a lot of patience.
This thought stayed with me.
Since I've lived with panic attacks and anxiety disorders for a long time, I talked to my doctor about it. I will probably never forget his reaction. He not only thought the idea was good – he underscored it with a thick marker. For him, it was immediately clear: You should definitely try that.
So I made my way to the nearest yarn store.
Honestly, I had no idea what to look for. Which needle? Which yarn? Which thickness? I had no clue. So I simply decided on a complete crochet hook set and five skeins of beautiful, colorful yarn on a whim.
With my little bag full of new possibilities, I drove home.
I had no idea that this spontaneous purchase would lead to a new passion.
And that's exactly where this journey begins.
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