When the subject of crochet comes up, and I begin to talk, it’s like a door opening to sunshine and happiness. Or sometimes, a door to a fascinating volcanic firestorm. (Gee, what does that look like anyway?) And people always comment, “Wow, I never realized ____, and you’re so passionate about crochet!” Usually there’s a new spark in their eyes, a little like the one in mine.
And I know I have accomplished my goal: Infection.
That’s what I call it. It’s a term I coined in speech class and later applied to marketing on a shoe-string for charities. It’s always been my secret weapon, something I’m really good at. But all contagions have to start somewhere.
Before I can do my thing… I have to care.
How did two people start with $0, no budget and create a charity event that drew thousands of children from 10 cities, live news coverage, local celebrity appearances, and get a community together for the cause? Even surprised the crud out of me?
You take your vision, your passion and believe in it so much, know how to communicate effectively and show everyone, from the inside out, their own reason to be excited too.
Infection can be evil, or it can be good. I propose we have a lot to learn from viruses. I propose that Joy is just as easy to spread as Hate, but your heart has to be in it if you are to become a Source.
Me? So far my talent for infection has largely been used to help charities. And I’m excited if after our conversation someone is more likely to pick up a hook or consider crochet in a new light or be even able to tell the difference between crochet and knit or even weaving. I’m especially excited when I have demystified something. It’s been a little while since I’ve actively infected someone.
Not to sound too much like Dr. Evil or anything….
I think it’s time to set my sights on new goals and higher aspirations in crochet as an art form. It is time to infect the internet and the world with global domination of the versatility, practicality and coolness of crochet. I seek a cro-pocalypse. A veritable domain of the hook, with zombie-like contagion and cult indoctrination – only without the blood, flesh craving and Kool-aid.
But let’s leave the Borg mentality out of it. Crochet thrives best on flavors of individuality. It is after all derived from a single, lone hook. (Though I’m not against experimenting with two, who knows what new species that could bring!)
It’s time fellow crocheters. Whatever it is in crochet that you love to do. Whatever part of the large crochet umbrella you specialize in… fill your soul and infect your world!
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