I’ve decided that I’m going to learn to knit. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for the past 2-3 years. I picked up the Stitch & Bitch book a couple years back, thinking I could teach myself, but well, I, um, don’t seem to do so well with manual-type directions. How embarrassing to have to admit. So I’m thinking it’s time to call in the professionals.
My grandmother was an awesome crocheter, but I never got into it. Thing is, I was good – well, as good as someone that’s not into it can be. I’ve always been told that I’m creative, but I’ve never really done much with it. Though I can personalize a picture frame like nobody’s business.
Truth be told, when it comes to spending my time crafting, well, I’d much rather be reading a book. But maybe knitting will be better. Like, I can knit while watching TV. Or while waiting in the car (you’d be surprised how much waiting in cars I actually do). I think it will be fun.
So now, while I’m home sick, and can’t very well make a slew of phone calls. I seem to be alternating between a horribly stuffed up nose and losing my voice all day – I sound horrible enough that even a telemarketer offered to call me back in a few days. In my defense though, I shot out a gazillion emails regarding reaching out to local life coaches. I’m still on target. Go me.
So yeah, I’m going to learn to knit. Wish me luck!