Well, I don’t know about you but I miss the ability to leave my house and go wherever and whenever I want. What a luxury that was and I didn’t even realize it. I’ve essentially not seen anyone in a public setting since March 13th or so. At first it wasn’t so bad. I mean, I have a studio in my home, I’m used to working in it pretty much everyday, alone (except for my furry studio companion). I remember thinking, "How bad can it be? It’ll be just like a normal work day. Won’t affect me.” Uh huh. Not really.

Being of the creative persuasion has always provided me with glorious amounts of material to entertain myself and others. After the first week of quarantine I decided to finally learn to crochet. Why crochet? Because my grandma, mom, and almost every female relative in my family can crochet. I never had the patience to learn and so have been frustrated with my lack of ability. It would also be another way to be creative but would give me a break from all the painting and sculpting I usually do. (Yes, I know; I’m not very good at relaxing).

So, I’ve learned to crochet. Monsters. Of the Coronasaurus variety. Why? Because creative me thinks they’re funny and they make me giggle. In the beginning of our isolation the news stream was a constant source of anxiety and worry for me. It was hard to sleep, to eat, to function. I didn’t feel like doing anything. My husband began working from home. My adult daughter is home. There were people in my house during the day and I wasn’t used to it. Monsters in crochet were my way of finding an outlet for my energy. When I caught myself laughing out loud I realized I was onto something. Squeezing a soft squishy monster with horns and tails provided me with comfort and laughter. Stress relief nirvana.

These little monsters have slowly begun to multiply in number as I continue to practice crochet. Each one emerges with bits of strangeness and personality and now provide my husband and daughter with giggle opportunities. Sometimes I post pictures of them on Facebook, so keep a look out for them. I even give them interesting names. Right now Professor Frédéric Von Whiskerschtein is coming along quite nicely.

This quarantine bit eats away at my usual hyper self sometimes. It’s like walking around in a fog when I can’t seem to focus. As it probably is with most everyone. We have so much stuff to do and yet at times it’s so irrelevant. We want to talk to each other, to connect on that personal level, to look into the eyes of our friends and loved ones. To breathe in the scent of momma’s perfume. Not through the lens of a computer screen. Don’t misunderstand me please, I’m all for the safe protocols we have in place and will continue to practice physical distancing. Designer face masks may be a fashion trend for awhile yet.

In the meantime, I give thanks for the ability to continue my art practice, and to hug and squeeze my monsters. All of them; hubby and daughter included. Stay safe my friends!