I was supposed to tell you something you don’t know about me on Monday. With the Boston Marathon bombing, I couldn’t do that, so I’m doing it today.
Last Monday we discussed my past life working with animals and today I thought we’d talk about one of my hobbies. I knit. And crochet. Sound weird? Are you suddenly picturing me as an elderly woman in a bathrobe? I hope not, but that seems to be the general response I get. People wonder (aloud) how my life could possibly be so boring that I’ve resorted to working with yarn *shudder*.
So, I’ll put it out there for everyone. My life is not THAT boring. I have 2 kids, 2 dogs, a crazy cat, and a (slightly less crazy than the cat) hubby. I have cleaning to do, books to write, episodes of NCIS to watch. We go places, we do things. Honest.
Sometimes I just want to make a blanket for my kids. Often, my children and hubby are begging me for another pair of hand-knitted socks. I’ve found that it’s a relaxing pastime, one that has the added benefits of keeping my hands and fingers limber so I can write more, and I get to have something usable when I’m done. I even have an account on Ravelry, which if you’ve never been there, you should go. There are so many amazing patterns available it will make you wish you could knit. Trust me, it happened to me (though I admit my sister had been harassing me for years). The community there is incredibly helpful and there are even a lot of things that can be bought there. It’s a fantastic place (even if you don’t like playing with yarn – yet).
It’s not as ridiculous as it will sound to some of you. And I could definitely buy some, or impose upon my sister (who knits incredibly beautiful things) to knit something for me. And I might even get it within the next two years (she’s that busy). But there’s nothing so rewarding to me as doing it myself (and I honestly don’t believe I’d be able to type for as long as I do in one sitting without it). The satisfaction I feel when I bind off a knitting or crochet project is almost as good as writing the words THE END when I’m finished a book. They’re more similar than you think.