He knows my name!

My life verse: "I will give you the treasures of darkness And hidden riches of secret places, That you may know that I, the Lord, Who call you by your name, Am the God of Israel." (Isaiah 45:3). For me, "the treasures of darkness" has been the medically-treated depression that I have suffered off and on with for years. More than anything else in my life, I think this has made me realize how much my Savior loves me and has deepened my relationship with God. The "hidden riches of secret places" are my wonderful family and this fabulous craft--tatting! I thank God for both!
I think it is awesome that God knows my name! Did you know that He knows yours?

Saturday, January 15, 2022

Crochet Hooks and their Caps

It is now 2022.

  I have some very weird feelings about that.

      A) I have been isolated due to my low immune system since August or September of 2019—that means first off that my “social life” consists of the only places I go (medical labs, doctor’s offices and hospitals *yes, I am trying NOT to catch covid in any form.)   

     B)  I am feeling rather sharp and intelligent IF I can tell you what day of the week it is—please don’t ask the date!  C)  When I have to write a date, I must catch and force myself to start the year with a 20 and not 19__  __.


I was recently looking at Miranda’s blog     http://tattingfool.blogspot.com/    Back in September of 2015, she was lamenting losing caps to her crochet hooks and possible replacements.  She also was looking for ways to make the lids “stay on” when not in use.  I thought I would share my solution(s) to these problems.  

       I find that oxygen tubing makes great crochet hook covers.  Cut longer than the hook so the hook can never push through to unexpectedly snag other objects (usually bare flesh!).  I am supposed to change my 50 feet of tubing once a month--this is the oxygen tubing that I drag around my house like some kind of house pet that refuses to stay out from under your feet and who you swear makes its own knots in itself overnight -- 50 feet would make a lot of crochet hook covers!! 

       I tat a leash connecting my hook to its cap.  I make the leash long enough that the cap can be taken off (this is an important step!)  This means the leash will have a lot of excess line or “slack” in it. 

        Also, on your tatted leash insert a lobster claw and a place on the leash to attach it, so that the “slack” is taken up.  Now the lid cannot be removed or lost until the lobster claw is undone.

This crochet hook has a metal bell shaped jewelry finding glued onto the cap with e600 glue.  Also, my thread ends are hidden under there.  On the end of the crochet hook, I glued another of these metal bell shapes only I “flattened” it by smashing it with my thumb on the table surface.  The lobster claw hooks into one of the split rings to secure the cap.  This is one of the nice crochet hooks with corian handles that Lisa carries in a variety of colors at Tatting Corner you can see them here 


This wooden crochet hook’s cap is glued to the flat bottom side of the turtle beads that lie against it.  The ring that the lobster claw catches is a covered metal split ring.  The leash is held onto the wooden crochet hook by closing the beginning rings around the smallest part of the wood.


Health-wise—Here is the good news!  In November of 2020 I had my right knee replaced.  In April 2021, I had the left knee replaced.  Which means that I am no longer “one with my recliner!”  I appreciated the walking aids (crutches, walker, cane) that I used during my surgery recoveries, but they have abused my right shoulder to the point where it may be the next surgery.  Although I have fought bronchitis and pneumonia every month since—I have not been hospitalized since May of 2021 (7 months is a record when you consider I have been hospitalized over 100 days in the last 4 years!)  Bad news is I’m not sure my lungs are on board with the let’s stay out of the hospital, let’s get healthy idea.  I have a chronic cough (deep, brassy and rattling) and audible wheezing as I breathe in and out that can clear a waiting room in just a few minutes.  Cold weather’s arriving has brought back one of my favorite games and pastimes—It is called “Keep your oxygen tubing off the floor furnace”  this is a bonus game after you have mastered “Can you get your oxygen tubing unsnarled from under chair legs, people’s feet, recliner handles, etc…before it’s too late to make it to the restroom?”  I have been anemic off and on since college.  In the last fifteen years or so, I have occasionally reached the point of needing blood transfusions   In June, they were able to cauterize some bleeding blood vessels in my small intestine.  I thought “Well, got that one taken care of” Think again!  Apparently, these vessels grow back and are still close enough to the surface that they can develop new leaks.  Getting iron through IV’s as well as gamma globulin once a month ( I think that may be what is keeping me healthy enough to stay home instead of heading to the ER every time I turn around) has been a different kind of blessing.  Blood draws are usually ok…but I am a (VERY) hard stick for an IV….so I now have a port!  (New knees, the port—start the Bionic Woman music). 

My sleep disorder still causes me trouble when I am tatting but my friend Mary Anna has challenged me to complete my T.A.T. Level 2 course.  Currently I am attempting as well to do Jane’s TIAS (Day 1 was 1 ring and 3 split rings…I think it must have taken me about 45 minutes because I kept falling asleep and I “tat” in my sleep.  See those quotation marks around the word “tat”—those are not recognizable double stitches, I have created a few new techniques, most of which the world would not want to learn (and almost all are on the difficult level as far as removing stitches go.

My husband is planning on retiring after 40 years of teaching in May.  Earl and I have two sons.  Our oldest son will soon be celebrating his 15th wedding anniversary to my daughter-in-love.  They have three boys (12, 8 and 6)  Our youngest son just got married, so I have a new daughter-in-love and a granddaughter is coming right around the corner!

2022—you are weird but you are a welcome grand adventure!