If I couldn't crochet, I'd probably go crazy. I'm grateful that even though I don't always have money to buy more supplies, or have the drive to make myself known so I can make money, I can still crochet. If I have to take an old project apart, I will. If I have to unravel a store bought sweater, or cut up an old T-shirt, I will. I don't care. As long as I can crochet, I don't care.
But Alhamdullillaah I was able to buy some local 100% cotton thread just before Ramadan started. Slowly, little by little, I've been working on something that manifested from my own desires. A combination of wanting to go to the beach in a bohemian cover up, and wanting to get married. This is what I got...
I'm very pleased. Mashaallaah. But it still isn't finished, I still have to weave in all the loose threads, and reinforce the straps a but more so they don't stretch or dig in my shoulders. But I'm much too distracted by my newest project, which I started late last night, to do that.
But Alhamdullillaah I was able to buy some local 100% cotton thread just before Ramadan started. Slowly, little by little, I've been working on something that manifested from my own desires. A combination of wanting to go to the beach in a bohemian cover up, and wanting to get married. This is what I got...
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