Occasionally, when I’m bored or in drastic need of medication, I’ll get what my Granmommie would call a ‘wild hair’…think of it as a (probably ill-advised) idea. Now, Einstein had ideas too, but generally speaking when I have an idea the devil says ‘oh, shit!’ and my wallet starts shrieking like a teenage girl in a slasher movie. Maybe I have that backwards. Hmm.
Actually, now that I think about it, Einstein had theories but why split hairs right? Ahem…sorry.
Anyway, last week I had a wild hair to try out something new in the crafty category. I know what you’re thinking: just what she needs–another hobby. I prefer to view it in the light of stimulating the local economy. I’ll wait while you stop laughing.
Behold my new hobby…
Yes, I’m now crocheting. It’s certainly not pretty and I’m not entirely certain it’s fun…fun is sticking your tongue out at the guy in the car next to you. Not that I’d personally know about such things because that’s just juvenile. Himself snarked that I turned thirty-nine and have morphed into a grandma. ‘My grandma knitted!’ he hooted. ‘It’s CROCHET, you philistine!’ came the retort. Not that it did any good. As far as he’s concerned, I may as well start taking in neighborhood cats and talking to plants because I’ve now booked a seat on the train to Crazytown. Whatever. I find it somewhat relaxing and it’s nice to know I’ve carried at least one habit into this new crafting endeavor. Yep, I contort my face like Jim Carrey in “The Mask” and stick the tip of my tongue out. Sue me. At least it keeps me from talking to the plants.