My name is Imbi Neeme and I am a recovering blogger, a debut novelist and a crochet tragic.
This blog is a safe place for me to share my crochet and writing projects.
You can contact me with compliments, complaints and gifts of yarn at firstname.lastname@example.org.
You can also read more about me, the writer, at my grown-up author website: imbineeme.com
ABOUT THE TITLE ‘WE ARE ALL THE SAME WOOL’.
My sister-in-law and I shared a love of crochet. She passed away in 2014 after a long and difficult battle with cancer and shortly afterwards, I had a vivid dream.
In the dream, something was being crocheted out of beautiful golden wool that was being fed through a small hole in a huge wall. The dream showed me the other side of the wall where a giant crocheted bear was slowly being unraveled. This, the dream told me, was the meaning of life and death. One thing becomes another. Nothing is wasted. We are all the same wool.
It’s like crack, but with wool. Of course, I’ve been told that only crack is actually like crack. But I think crochet is pretty good, too.