It started innocently enough. One little dragonfly design. A humble, delicate motif. “I can handle this,” I told myself. “It’s just one… and they are soooo pretty.”
But one turned into two. Two became four. And suddenly, my crochet corner looks like a dragonfly convention exploded. They’re everywhere: hovering on shawls, fluttering across blankets, even sneaking onto scarves I swore would be ‘just plain.’
Friends have started giving me knowing looks. “Another dragonfly?” they whisper. And I nod and keep walking, like a dragonfly dealer caught mid-transaction. But honestly, who can resist them? Those tiny wings, the way they hover in midair—or mid-stitch—it’s hypnotic, mesmerising even.
Sure! I am obsessed! I tried to cut back, I really did. I told myself, “No more dragonflies this week.” Of course, I didn’t listen. The yarn whispered, and the hooks… oh, the hooks—they know. It’s like they have a mind of their own. The next thing I know, I’m designing a scarf named Dragonflies in Amber and the A Tranquility of Dragonflies blanket. I’m running out of dragonfly design names.
Yes, I’m a dragonfly addict. But is it wrong? —this is the kind of addiction where the more you have, the brighter your world becomes. And if you happen to spot a dragonfly flitting across one of my creations, just know: I designed it with love… and maybe a teensy bit of obsession. Dragonflies make me ☺
