Free-form Crochet in Digital Ink

Hello, it is me, come to visit this place of home.

There is a child hiding in my closet. I have no idea how there is room even for her small form in there, stuffed full as it is, as everything in my room is. I suppose I shall look back on all of this fondly someday, and indeed, I do not hate it terribly right now.
There is another child struggling to hide behind a dresser, but he has been found. The child in the closet is smiling at me from between the folds of a few dark dresses, and the child who was found is back again, hiding under my blankets and rocking my bed.
Apparently this is a game of hide and seek, based upon some sort of prison system.
The closet child has been found, a white arm and mess of hair were visible and the "warden" called her out. The child hiding in my bed has also been recovered and led to the next room, to return to "prison" once again. Now there is no one in here but me, and my sister who is actually in dream land still, so she doesn't really count.
I sit cross-legged amid mountainous folds of purple afghan and floral bed sheet, the corners of my laptop resting on my legs below my knees.
I'm kinda sorta lost. And I don't really know how to find my way back.

Never alone for long, a child darts into my room and onto my sister's bed pursued by the "warden" and is hauled off once again. My sister is sitting up, looking at me blankly, says "I hate getting up". And she lays back down, all yellow shirt and hair, sits up, blinks. I look at her, she looks at me, and says "what? what are you doing? what are you doing? Smiling so sneakysly."


I rather miss my school-time schedule. It's easier to write and remember to nap and exercise. I've given up on all else during vacation, but writing is life and nap-time, haha, makes life easier. I really am quite the four year old.
Never did it occur to me that I would be comforted by schedule and regularly ordered days, but I am, silly girl who thinks she's so very random. But ha, balance... Because yes, I can get very, very bored by too tight of a regimen.


How does this all fit together, I wonder? I followed the thread, but I also wound it. It is my making, so do I have the key to pulling it all tight and tying it neatly, or having been made by me, is there no answer nor key at all? 

Happy Box Thoughts Numero Cinco

˙ǝpısʇno sǝǝɹƃǝp 0ᄅ punoɹɐ
Subject: Ghost in the graveyard and games the kids invented themselves
3/23/23
Nightgames with everyone down to Wynnie plus Dad, the brand tag on the front of his puffcoat glinting in the flashlight as we played searchlight.

Subject: Sundays are the best and Summer is here!
6/9/13
Hiking as far as we could go, stopping to climb a boulder and crossing an un-bridged stream before turning back, laughing and talking and singing down to the cabin.
My sister and I wove flowers in each other's hair almost the whole time.

3/13/23 Subject: We are having a Spring break LotR marathon
Watching the first half of Fellowship of the Ring with Torthadiel on my bed on my laptop. Talking and laughing, snuggled up amongst pillows and giant stuffed animals

Some Happy Thoughts from the Happy Box

Subject: A roller coaster for Amoniel.
Listening to and watching an incredible piano video on YouTube, my heart soaring, doing the [emotional] yoyo all through the video. Better than any roller coaster I've ever been on.
8/7/12

I am just happy right now; I got everything I need to done, my dresser's clean, Princess is all ready for bed and tomorrow's Independence day! We have one thing we're definitely going to do and a few others we might.
7/3/12
*Hey, full moon tonight.*

Subject: Camping at the lodge.
Last night, hiking in the dark with the big kids and J. and B., camping out in the open. Watching the stars and seeing a comet!
7/23/12

Come to court

Playing come to court with our best friend, many hours already spent in his presence, over the course of a weekend, though we only camped one night.
I sit in my closet, crouched in the space behind my two plastic bins. I hear doors slamming, feet pounding, and small voices calling.
Hy is it, we're playing come to court, and they still haven't found me, though voices and feet now draw close.
"Hola!" Hy yells, I am found, and I am reluctantly drawn from behind the bins.

A story by Amoniel, Kathryn, and the Dreamer

(I will try to alternate the style of the letters where I detect a change in handwriting.)

Once upon a time
Alphonse ruled over a kingdom of
fictional animals, and they all


Had fictional tales of an amourous quality
and spent endless hours fighting of[f] the dreadful foes that inhabited the flames of candles.
They fought long and hard, day and night, until


The tiger lost a tooth, and he cried "Mama save me!"
Little did he know that a wild cowboy was in the area at the time and was quick to respond.


"Hi ho Silver!" The cowboy yelled as his horse reared. He waved his banana-yellow hat in the air and galloped off toward the scene of the crime.
When the shadows grew larger he dismounted his horse to prepare for the long night ahead, all the while thinking of a plan for discovering the truth.


He unrolled his sleeping bag as the moon rose, making everything look like liquid silver.
"I've got it!!!" He shouted.
Everything made sense now as he rushed to repack his stuff. "I've got to hurry! It'll be too late if I wait for morning." He muttered as his hands flew. Packed with a new found energy the cowboy leapt on his horse and rode towards the castle. If he hurried he could catch the


Black knight, dastardly doer of dark deeds.
'I've got you now' the cowboy said under his breath as his horse galloped faster and faster. The castle came into view as
a growing feeling of unnatural discomfort ran down the cowboy's spine. In a sudden gush of wind the Back Knight appeared in front of the cowboy and pleaded for forgiveness. "I was wrong to do such evil, let me make it up to all the victims of my crimes somehow." The Black Knight begged. With a slight smile the cowboy laughed, "Throw us a tea party[.]"
And the mad hatter and march hare came; they all lived happily ever after. (Except the hare smashed the best teapot.)


[It's random because we wrote it as a game; the game is best played with three people. You have a piece of paper, lined is best, the first person writes something on the top of the paper, (preferably something that is easily added to) and passes it to the second person. The second person reads what the first person wrote and then writes something under the first person's writing. (I think it works best to leave an unwritten line in between each person's turn.) The second person then folds the first person's writing under the paper and passes the paper to the third person. The third person reads what the second person wrote and adds something of their own to the paper, and so on.
I think playing with at least three people really makes the story random, the third person never reads what the first person wrote.]
[Kathryn, could you show this post to your oldest sister?]