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12/06/2025

I appreciate each and everyone of yas. Please don’t forget we do custom orders and are loving and appreciating everyone of them please , private message me I have a few openings before Xmas

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11/30/2025

Monster

11/30/2025

Just finished making this Cookie Monster Baby blanket for a very special baby that will be here very soon..

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10/29/2025

10/29/2025

My daughter asked if she could dress up as a ball of yarn for Halloween, and I couldn't figure out why until I realized she just wants to be like me.
I sell crocheted dolls on Tedooo app. It's my whole life over the last two years - every evening, every weekend, early mornings. I'm always working with yarn, always crocheting, always packaging orders.
She watches everything. Sits next to me while I crochet, asks about colors and stitches, wants to know who I'm making dolls for.
Then last week she said "Mom, I want to be yarn for Halloween."
Not a princess. Not a fairy. Yarn. A literal ball of yarn with knitting needles.
I asked why. She said "Because you're always working with yarn and making people happy, and I want to be like you."
I almost cried right there in the kitchen.
So I made it happen. Found teal yarn that matches her favorite color. Wrapped her in layers to look like a giant ball of yarn. Made oversized knitting needles from dowels and wooden balls. Added the Red Heart logo because she knows that's the brand I use most.
She put it on yesterday. Stood there grinning, covered in yarn, holding those ridiculous needles. "Do I look like your yarn, Mom?"
Not just yarn. My yarn. The thing that represents my work, my little business.
My husband took this photo and I stared at it. This kid who could've been anything chose to be the thing that takes me away from her constantly. Not because she resents it, but because she sees it as something worth celebrating.
I posted it in my Tedooo shop updates and within an hour had messages from other crafting moms. Their kids want to be embroidery hoops and paint brushes because they want to be like their moms who create things.
She keeps looking in the mirror, adjusting her costume, practicing what she'll say. "I'm my mom's yarn! She makes dolls with me!"
Some days I feel guilty about how much time I spend crocheting. Orders that keep me up late, weekends spent fulfilling requests instead of playing.
But she's not sad. She's proud. Proud enough to dress up as a ball of yarn because in her world, that represents something worth being.
My daughter is going trick-or-treating as craft supplies, and that feels like the biggest compliment I've ever received.