Crochet and Dessert...Sweetness Galore!

I love incorporating desserts in crochet (and I am blaming it all on my sweet tooth) and I thought I'd share photos of some of the projects that I posted on an old blog of mine:

 Ice Cream Phone Cozy

 Cheesecake Coin Purse

Ice Cream Sundae Earphone Cozy 

Ice Cream Sundae Earphone Cozy (Inside View)

Cheesecake Coin Purse and Sundae Ear Phone Cozy 

Blueberry Short Cake Coin Purse 

Blueberry Short Cake Coin Purse (Inside)

Some of the designs that I used came from this site:

Cake Sachets by Norma Lynn Hood Click Me!)

The designs were originally intended as sachets but I tweaked some of the patterns so I can make purses and cozies. If y'all want to make larger patterns, just opt for bigger crochet hooks and bulkier yarn - that's what I did for some of my projects!

Happy Crafting!

A NARRATIVE FOR THE DISCONSOLATE

My pace faltered and I fell,
I stumbled and plummeted,
To what turned out to be,
A colossal ignominy.

It was an obtuse oversight,
To let you preside over my thoughts,
To let your fancies hover above mine,
And accept your self-regarding ways.

I noshed your already magnified ego,
An opulent experience you savored,
While my own self-image wasted away,
Under your uncaring scrutiny.

As I proffered my farewell,
I am unfettering myself,
From this disillusionment,
Fortified by my indignation.

As I watch your tears fall,
I recall my pursuit for gratification.
It was brought to a standstill when you came along,
It will ensue now that you’re gone.

ON TRUE LOVE

In this avenue we call life, you come across that someone....thinking that they're the right person for you.

He passes by, and you tell yourself, "This must be it! It must be him!".

Then get crushed by the reality that maybe you were asking for too much....seeing beyond what's bound to end. In this case, sooner than later.

You secretly hope for a happy ending with him.....giddy with emotions foolishly conjured by what you wish to see.

False hope.

And when the love comes to a halt....when the relationship comes to an end....you're left to wonder if you'd be good enough to keep and fight for.

Good enough for him to want to stay.

The irony of it all, is though we stumble and fall....we never tire of getting up. We never lose hope...never lose faith in that cycle called loving.

OF DEEP THOUGHTS AND VALIUM-INDUCED SLUMBER

I dream in black and white.
Envying those who sink in rose-hued oblivion,
With eyes wide shut.
I seem to chase some fathomless core,
In awe of those,
Who learned how to come to a standstill.
Where others dream exultant dreams,
My subliminal thoughts,
Remain nightmares subjugated by faceless phantoms.
Others close their eyes in peaceful slumber,
I feign repose,
With perturbed deliberation.
I journey to a forbidden nadir,
Warding monsters,
The way a tormented soul would.
I dream in black and white,
Forcing a magnitude of colors,
In my subconscious wakefulness.