I’ve developed this problem with, errrr, deep appreciation for crocheting. I’ve always loved it, but these days I can’t seem to keep my fingers from it for longer than a couple of days at a time. I have a very strong desire to truly learn to knit (I only know how to cast on, do the knit stitch and cast off), but right now, I’m good at crocheting and it feeds my artistic need.
I honestly think knitting and crocheting are such a gift to us artsy mamas – they enable us to express creativity without taking up a lot of space or requiring time away from our little ones, the projects are totally portable, and when mastered, they can provide for many needs within our homes.
(Need a blanket? Check. Need a scarf? Check. Need a headband to match that shirt? Check. Need a beanie? Check. Need a washcloth? Check. The list goes on!)
The point is, I love it. I love it, I love it, I love it. I just discovered my local (as in 5 minutes down the road!) yarn shop and it swept me off my feet. I finally have hope for learning to knit because there are so many nice ladies there and the basic knitting class is only $20!
I suppose everyone has at least a vague vision of how they see themselves when they’re old. My vision of my older self includes knitting, and lots of tea (among plenty of other things, of course). So, I think I might be spending $20 in the near future because I have a future image to uphold. 🙂