Hello, I’m Ceri (pronounced like Kerry). I’m in my mid-thirties and I live halfway up the West Pennine Moors, on the edge of a small Lancashire town, with my wonderful husband. I have a fascination with alpacas and I can never walk past a sheep without stopping to say hello. As I live in hill sheep country, my walks tend to involve as much sheep greeting as actual hiking. I love crocheting, hand spinning, huge mugs of tea and being thrifty. I hoard beads and buttons like a dragon hoards gold. I have Asperger’s Syndrome and find repetitive actions very calming, so I am a natural crocheter.
My mother taught me to crochet when I was eighteen, back in the year 2000, after an unsuccessful attempt to teach me to knit. At the time, I was in crisis and struggling to see any kind of future for myself. Most of my friends were away at university and moving on with their lives, while I was failing to cope with the most basic aspects of life. I was beginning to realise that the mental health issues I’d been dealing with since childhood were not going to magically disappear just because I was now technically an adult. Mum, being the crafty, practical woman she is, decided that the best way to distract me from miserable introspection was by giving me a hook and a heap of yarn oddments and showing me how to crochet granny squares, and so an obsession was born.
Over the years my friends and family have received a huge number of crocheted animals and monsters as gifts, along with countless hats. I even crocheted the bouquets and buttonholes for my wedding. Now I’ve started writing down the patterns for my designs, and I plan to start publishing them so that other people can enjoy them too.