Over the past few years I have had to make some changes in my hobbies due to some new restrictions in my life. As a new hobby, I decided to teach myself to crochet. I mean, it’s not likely to hyperextend or sublux any body parts which makes it a pretty safe hobby, right? It wasn’t easy but I’ve gotten better as time goes on (meaning you can now identify what some of my projects actually are).
I decided to join a few Facebook groups for beginners and I actually learned a lot. One of the things that I learned is that people who crochet are referred to as “hookers” because you use a crochet hook. I thought it was quite clever so I decided to use the phrase to my advantage…
For Halloween, a friend has a big party that we really look forward to going to every year. I always try to come up with a fun homemade costume that have some sort of a pun to it. After some thought, it occurred to me that being a “hooker” could have multiple meanings depending on who you are. To me, someone who loves to crochet, I am definitely a hooker. I am also in my late 40s which makes me middle-aged. I am sure you can already sense where I am going with this…
I decided that for this Halloween I would dress up as a “Middle-Aged Hooker” and it was great! I found a short skimpy skirt, knee socks and chunky heals with a t-shirt. I also crocheted a giant crochet hook and blanket to carry. It was a great pun but my husband decided to make my costume even better – he dressed up as my pimp who paid me in yarn!!!
A close-up of my shirt that said “This is a Hooker. A Hooker plays with balls. A Hooker carries a 9mm. A Hooker loves WIPS & Chains. A Hooker is happy! Be Like a Hooker”.
Our teenage daughter was stunned, appalled and completely humiliated when she saw that she had to go to a party with her hooker mom and pimp dad. BEST HALLOWEEN EVER!!!
Thank you HSD/hEDS for bringing a new hobby into my life! Sometime laughter is the best medicine and this was one of those times.
