Saturday, March 01, 2008
Something Old, Something New
Many moons ago, when I was a wee lass, my mother had introduced me to something and I caught on rather quickly. I wasn’t good but I caught on. And I remember it being kind of enjoyable but I didn’t stick with it because, again, I was a wee lass and this was just not a cool thing for wee lasses to do, I thought.
I have thought about trying it again, over the years, but never have bothered. Until today. Today, after visiting the book store and feeling giddy with my 5 book purchase, I stopped in to an art supply store. Art supply stores can be dangerous for me because my imagination and creativity start going in to over drive and I want to buy everything and MAKE!
As we were just about to turn around towards the entrance to leave, my eye caught an instruction book on the very thing my mother had taught me so long ago. It even came with everything I needed to get started. I’m sometimes very lazy so putting it all together for me is a grand way to get me to part with my money.
So...I bought it.
I’m going to try my hand at crocheting, again. Yes. I know. I almost feel ridiculous just saying it because it might tarnish my cool factor....and it’s so not that interesting to many people but, I’m giving it a go.
I got home, pulled the book out, read, fought with the stupid ass yarn that would not untangle to be rolled in to a ball, gave up and snipped part of it off, (who needs a crocheted change purse anyway?), just to get started learning.
After a few struggles for the first loop, I actually managed to get about 10 loops going before the whole thing fell apart. I made absolutely nothing today but I liked it.
Heck, I’ve already got requests for instrument covers from my guy so I better start learning.
And then the cats will all get their own blankets.
I don’t really know what else to make because I don’t know jack about the crocheting world but I’m sure I’ll find out in time. So....the next couple of days I’ll be devouring my books and crocheting.....something. And maybe I’ll get really good at it and that will keep me off the streets and out of trouble.
(For those of you who are still awake, yes, I know that my squealing about it makes me a dork. I’m fine with that.)
