A Little About our family

Hello! My name is Laura, and I’m married and a mom of two. A sassy pants pre-teen girlie that I like to call “Pinky Boo,” as her recent obsession is KatzEye. Just a couple of years younger, my handsome little prince is definitely a momma’s boy, but has taken recent interest in “the shop.” My husband is a unique character. A man of all trades when it comes to building or fixing anything. He hasn’t said “no” to a single project. However, there are “said projects” that have not surpassed second base, collecting sawdust in “the shop.” Regardless, there’s a cardboard box at our front door almost every day. Even Sundays

The beginning of our youtube

That’s to say, all of us, wrapped in our little world of crazy, have a little piece of Heaven where we let loose, however we tear it up. You’ll see, this website was meant for those who Crochet, left-handed. However, prior to this, I began with “Throttle Therapy,” our family YouTube channel where we finally found a way for our friends and family to view GoPro videos in a decent format without feeling the need to invest in tons of thumb drives after one of our adventurous trips.

My great Grand parents

The fondest memories of my childhood transpire from the whirlwind of foster care hopping and when it finally came to an end. My great grandparents took me in at the age of 7 and taught me everything a little girl needed to know, and then more. My great grandmother was an artist. She sold oil-paintings following retirement. The sun room (although opened into the air conditioned home), her craft room was bursting at the seams, as my Daughter’s and I’s craft room is now. In addition to basic hygenics, reading, writing, and studying of the bible, she instilled an escape where I can safely loose myself in the case of boredom or loneliness. Art. Craft. Creative Writing. Crocheting was one of those things. Realistically, it’s an honorable pleasure to step back in time with my Great Grandmother and reverse our roles.

Fast Forward

My then, 9-year-old, also known as “pinky boo;” (the obsession with Katzeye is real, yall.) she stops scrolling for a minute on YouTube. And there it is. An Amigurumi Plushie, created by another little girl, her age.

Amigurumi – the Japanese art of knitting or crocheting small, stuffed yarn creatures, dolls, and objects.

The World Stopped and yarning became a thing

We hit up the craft store, and slowly but surely, a ton of tears and curse words later (that part was me), we found our niche. The tears begin and end with frustration and masterpieces. The purest bond was formed and two years later, we’ve only challenged and pushed ourselves to the limit of any pattern we immediately fall in love with. My daughter began making the Plushies for a children’s hospital. I used them as modest gifts.

My husband and little boy mistook our newest hobby as “yarning,” rather than “crocheting.” And that’s how it became a household term.

One Very Big Problem

One day, I find myself looking sideways at the abbreviation of a very complex stitch called “HDC FLO.” Enraged by my failed endeavor at this stich, as I’m watching a right-handed video tutorial, reversing the steps, with yarn tangled around every finger, I am not proud to say, I did what the kids call these days, “rage quit.” Except in my case, it was warranted. Balls of yarn weigh significantly less than game controllers.

A Work Injury

A crushed spine permitted me with blessed time with my daughter during these momentous Middle School years. In the glint of a couple year, my daughter and I have turned her room into her very own HobLob. Every piece of furniture is beautifully restored from its previous tattered state. (The boys did that <3) And now, almost every drawer has a label, containing a type of craft. Yarn is “organized” all over the place. Mason jars, drawing pads/pencils, paint, scrap-booking materials, books on crafts, fabric bundles, thread, oddly vanishing needles, and our two newest additions: a new sewing machine and vintage Violin.

To subconsciously perceive the clandestine of a quite normal pre-teen, holds me enamored, however horrified. The dialogue between my daughter and I, paws as if she’s writing in a locked diary and I’m her make-believe friend.

I couldn’t describe our binding as anything less than, yes, she’s first my baby, and second, will forever remain my bestest friend & my “pinky boo.”

My childhood short-Version; it’s already a book

Between myself and three other siblings, all 11 months apart, our very young biological mother introduced at the very least, a new man, girlfriend, and type of drug into the household at every opportunity while we remained locked in a single room. Things get very NC17ish and is truly a bit much for the purpose of this website. We joined the “system.” I was 6 years old and then rescused by my great-grandmother at the age of 7. I went to 9 elementary schools.

Through 12th grade graduation, I didn’t make a single friend without the cost of sheer force through my adopted parents. Even then, those friendships were awkward and didn’t last.

To circle back, my girl has become the center stone of normalcy, as I live the days I was meant to live, as a blooming flower, bountiful, charismatic, confident, crisp. There are times I’ve never laughed as hard in my life. She holds a very special place in my heart, and I thank God for the opportunity to learn from my children. And to learn from my Husband. Every. Single. Day.

New and Old at this.

I was once a creator of my own kind. I wrote so much. Poems, blogs, and stories. At that time, I always had my very own blog site (and, to me, it was superior to that of MySpace and Facebook.) I’m very familiar with the process of website building, graphic design, and publishing. I am not familiar with YouTube algorithms and social media in general. All I have is a Facebook and a very entertaining fake X account, just for funsies. If I disappoint in any aspect of the social realm when it comes to all these videos and making them work on YouTube, feel free to share. I won’t even care if you call me “retarded.” But REMEMBER, you can get fired for saying that word. So just type it on your own time. ;)

Left Hand Yarning, YOUTUBE Channel