I struggle
with hobbies. In particular, I struggle with yarn centered hobbies.
Several
years ago, I began to crochet. I finished a scarf and from that point on
figured that I could make all kinds of yarn projects. Thank was not the case.
The very
next time I picked up yarn and a crochet needle, things went bad.
After
several attempts to get my project going, I was BEYOND frustrated. My temper
flared and I took that stupid bundle of yarn and needle, opened the garage
door, and whipped it out of the house. I then slammed the door and walked away.
Sometime
later, my parents came home to find the yarn draped across the garage. That was
fun to explain.
This
crafting incident has become quite the joke amongst our family. Anytime I pick
up another bundle of yarn, I get asked how long it will be before it goes
flying across the room.
Last week in
particular, I almost got to the point of no return. I was sitting with Josh on
our couch. He was working on homework and I was creating a scarf with this
amazing blue yarn. For some reason the scarf started to look different. The first
12 inches were different from the section I was working on. I could not figure
out why.
I literally
only know 1 stitch. How on Earth could the scarf be changing?
Our
apartment was silent and all of a sudden, the frustration crept up. “BLEEP
BLEEP.” Josh turns to me, sees that I am frustrated by my craft, and LAUGHS.
I don’t
think I will ever live down my inability to relax and craft.
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