Oth Crochet Nook Novels & Stories

He threw his head back for a moment before slamming his hands onto the desk. “Cosy,” Knox repeated, his parrot green eyes gleaming. "A knitted brick-red jersey. It's a tactile payoff! The customer sees the dramatic plaid, the moody textures, an' then they see that—that warm, invitin' weight o' the knit." He grabbed a piece of scrap fabric– a chunky wool swatch he had been using as a coaster– and held it up against the mulberry and plaid sketch. "It works perfectly. The brick red gives that final touch o' warmth tae pull the whole story thegither. It keeps the collection fae becomin' too cauld, too distant." He was already scribbling notes furiously now, his handwriting a jagged scrawl of ide

“I remember those days.” “You can remember that far back, Row?” Junior teased. “You be nice, little boy.” She advised watching as Bunny pulled out tissue paper. “Your momma said that you were doing a faery theme.” The large crocheted blanket started to unfold as it came out of the bag. On a blue-sky background with flowers around the edges, faeries, butterflies and dragonflies were caught in midflight. A matching crocheted faery doll fell out and Ty caught it just before it hit the ground.

"Are you ready for dinner? We've eaten but could join you if you want our company." Finishing speaking, Madre handed me a project bag and I opened it, removing some of the contents. She had taught me to knit and crochet a few months ago and I was knitting a blanket for Regal. "Nah, you don't have to appease me. I'm gonna have a light snack and then, could you drop Regal off to my room? I'd like to sleep with him tonight." My ask wasn't unrealistic and my decline on their invite was noted. Quickly counting rows and weaving the yarn through my fingers, I was already knitting and purling bringing out the moss stitch pattern.

Her book nook, favorite chunky knit blanket, and a good book were calling her name. Claire stepped into her room and just took a deep breath. The light gray walls with the white furniture helped open up the small space and the two floor-to-ceiling windows helped bring in the natural light from outside. She loved the clean and crisp feel of her room, it was relaxing. Her “book nook” was just a spot in front of the windows and a massive gray bean bag chair. She grabbed her latest book obsession, her white chunky knit blanket, and plopped into her spot.

The shops had a variety of clothing. I had never chosen clothes for myself before. I had always worn my mother’s hand-me-downs. Even the dress I currently had on belonged to her. I entered a small pink shop with fluffy woven clothes in the display window. A plump woman stood behind the counter. I realized she was human right away. I smiled at her and she smiled back. “Welcome to Bree’s Crochet. Let me know if you need anything.” I nodded my head in acknowledgement. She had all kinds of things from clothes to blankets. I browsed not really knowing what I should buy. Cedar ran over with a stuffed Wyvern toy. I smiled.

Nearby, a white and blush dresser and woven baskets hold plush toys, while a pale pink crocheted rug with an animal design and a cozy blush knitted pouf complete the space, making the room feel airy, calm, and enchanting. My throat tightens as I take it all in, because I don’t know whether to smile or cry.

“I do not need anything.” They exchanged looks but nodded. I leaned against the counter, my mind drifting despite myself. That was when I remembered the crochet needle. I straightened slightly. “I need my crochet needle,” I said. One of them turned immediately. “Should I get it for you, ma’am?” I shook my head. “No. I need to go out.” Staying at home without doing anything made my thoughts spiral. I needed to keep my hands busy. I would not be visiting my company in Paris for now, and even though everything was under control, I hated feeling useless.

But to win her back, he had to juggle his time between the two places. In the airport VIP lounge, Quentin walked to the window and watched the planes take off and land, a deep sadness settling in his heart. … Meanwhile, Noelle went to the mall and found the same brand of yarn that she had used to knit a scarf for Quentin. She purchased the same amount of yarn and new knitting needles, having left her old set in Dragfort. She had assumed she'd never knit a scarf for anyone again, but now she was preparing to do so for that insufferable man. Noelle couldn't help but think about how unpredictable life can be.

’ The Elder wondered as he sat down next to the nest. He reached in and trailed his fingers along the side of Jace's face. He looked next to the Omega and saw the mint-colored blanket he had seen the Omega crocheting the other day. What confused him was the other things lying next to it. The Elder tilted his head before it clicked. It felt like his heart stopped. He looks at it for a moment longer before slowly reaching forward. When he picks it up, he realizes how tiny it is in his hand. He opens his hand and looks at it as it lies on his palm. It's the same mint color as the blanket, with a little wooden button on the side. The small crocheted bootie looks like it took the Omega a long tim

Hope blossomed in my chest as I follow her out, my mind already whirring with different things and ways I was going to surprise her now that I had been led in the right direction. We are stopped at the door by the giant package Richard was hauling inside, Joanne groaned. “What is this?” I ask, blinking as he struggled. “Help me, it is my new passion.” he wheezed. And as he pulled on it, the package tears and a billion yarn pours out of it, Joanne and I stare silently while he swears, running after the yarn. “MY YARN!” “What is this now?” “Can’t you tell? You are looking at the next crocheting master.” he calls from over his shoulder.