I moved to Los Angeles about a year ago to be closer to home and as to be expected, the street art scene is different here. It took me time to figure out how to navigate NYC without getting in trouble when I would hang up my crochet pieces. But one of the parts I love to most is talking to the people walking by. That part is no different in LA. Usually it is filled with smiles and happy stories, but this time was not. I was almost finished attaching the crochet to the pillar when I was stopped and questioned about the purpose of my art, suggesting it would be better appreciated if it was given to someone without a home. This made me stop and think...There is a man who comes down my street almost everyday asking for money, so on this day I decided to give him a warm blanket and a pair of socks to share the crochet love with people not only pillars. The most interesting part was that the man already knew my art. I have some flowers hanging a few blocks from where we were talking, and he said they make him feel like he is on a tropical island every time he passes by. Moments like this is why I love crochet. It connects us all in unexpected ways at unexpected moments.