This is the story how I got hooked (read addicted).
Every so often I get the question “Why did you start crocheting?”. The story begins 2008 when I was 14 years old. I’ve been blessed with a mom that is as yarn crazy as I am. So one day she showed me an amigurumi pattern in a magazine called Allers. My grandfather is a real crazy Allers fan so we get to read them when he's done with all the sudokus in them.
The crochet pattern was for a little cute pig with a big head and a small body designed by the swedish amigurumi artist Mia Bengtsson. Of course, I wanted to make one, so my mom patently helped me make my first amigurumi. It’s yellow and anything but perfect, but I remember how proud I was. My first handmade amigurumi!
100 amigurumis later I started to get tired of reading others patterns and slowly begun to figure out my own designs. I’ve made a ridiculous amount of amigurumis since then, both with my own designs and others, and my love to crocheted creatures haven't faded a bit. Actually, I never think it will. There's something magical about creating new life with a hook and I know I’m not the only one who thinks we can make the world a bit happier with a crocheted yellow pig or a sparkly unicorn.
