It’s in the 20’s (degrees Fahrenheit, about negative 7 degrees Celsius) here in the back hills of Missouri – it’s only hard when it gets into the teens (F). No snow yet.
I started a new hobby last week – crocheting – something I thought I would never do. Never say, “never” – leave yourself open to possibility. I thought crocheting was an awful, boring past time for people who didn’t have anything better to do. Like those fancy ladies in Jane Austen films, “who really does that?” Well, I do…now. I guess that makes me fancy.
Since I have a fetish with collecting things, including but not limited to hats, coats and gloves, I decided to look for some new gloves online this winter. I found some really lovely crimson “wrist warmers” on a British website for about 60 US dollars. I can think of loads of places to spend 60 dollars. So, that was the moment I decided to make my own fingerless gloves or wrist warmers…which meant I would need to learn how to knit or crochet.
I had some help from people I know, but youtube was priceless. As I am not one to follow patterns or directions very well, I made up my own pattern. The gloves don’t match one another, aside from the color, but they keep my wrists warm and let my fingers wiggle free.
I was also under the impression that crocheting relieved tension and helped bring serenity. I would say from this experience, that crocheting only made me happy when I could get it done. I got extremely irritated if I was disturbed from my yarn work, be it for eating, sleeping, showering or turning off the light so my husband could go to bed.
Last night, as I was finishing my project, I was quietly sitting in my room crocheting. Out of nowhere, the song, “Welcome To Paradise” by the punk band Green Day popped into my head. Anyone else crochet with punk rock music in their head? I wouldn’t recommend it.
Gratefully my project is done, but now I have other projects to start. I don’t want to be the only thirty-something to “kick it” dressed like a hobo….fingerless gloves all around.
Gloves for you and gloves for you.
I did take a break after completing my gloves to play on our Indo board with the baby. The first time I got on an Indo board, I couldn’t stand on it without holding on to someone or something, now I can balance with a baby in my arms or on my shoulders.
My, what a life!