I’ve always felt a bit envious of people who were good at crafts. Ok, maybe not always, but defintely over the past 15 years or so. I’ve tried crocheting (pretty sure I spelled it just as badly as I did it), scrapbooking (never finished a single page), knitting, and various other crafty ventures. I give up too easily. I like to be good at whatever I want to do immediately or I don’t really want to play.
TJ picked up a new hobby from a guy she works with and her quest for supplies took us to Michael’s after work today. While I was standing around waiting for her to find the perfect brown and grey markers and the specific type of glue stick she needed (the three we already have at home just weren’t the right kind), I browsed a nearby bookshelf. One book jumped out at me “Stitch ‘N Bitch.”
I’ve heard quite a bit about the resurrgence of knitting among hip college aged women over the past few years and secretly wished I could join them. Well, not really since I don’t especially like social gatherings that much, but it did make me wish that I could knit. I was hit with the desire to do some creating when TJ was pregnant with Micah. The closest I got was buying a piece of fleece that was pre-cut with a kid pattern on it and some binding stuff with pastel letters on it. I did manage to use a sewing maching to attach the edges on the blanket and it is still Micah’s favorite.
I’ll keep you posted on my knitting progress. Maybe I’ll even post some pictures of my stitches. You never know, I may get a whole row of stitches before I put the beginner’s kit, yarn, and book into a bag and chuck it into a closet somewhere. My foray into crocheting ended up that way. I threw the whole bag away afterÂ about five years.