I find it vastly amusing that the google ads are for meth/crack addiction solver problem thingies doodads.
I may have a problem but at least it’s legal.
My new addiction is Rubik’s Cube. The original craze happened when I was 12, but I was never interested. Two days ago, someone gave one to my older daughter as a present. I’ve spent several hours with the cube; she’s spent about ten minutes. I’m going to have to get one of my own. This one’s already getting worn.
I am a hussy! Or a Dime Store Floozy.
I am even teaching my children…they are anxious to learn…right in our very own living room… These are not your children.
I’ve even done it in my son’s 2nd Grade classroom and in the gymnasium waiting for his practice to begin. Even while sitting in my car or just before bedtime!
I do it when my son reads to me.
I do it with a cat on my lap.
I google for tips.
I jones for supplies that I don’t even know how to use yet.
I fondle skeins in public places.
I want to…gasp raise sheep so I can card and spin my own wool. Mr. Ujest has firmly put his foot down on this one. Sheep poop is no laughing matter.
I want to open a yarn shop and share the kharmic goodness with everyone. Tralalalalalalalalalalalala
I’m either in love or addicted.
I’ve reached new lows in pathetic middle class. And I’m lurvin’ it.
First, she just wanted a scarf for the winter (so she said)
Then it was just a baby’s cap and booties for a couple of expectant mothers in her office.
Then it was just a sweater or two for her kids (I can quit anytime she told her self).
Then it was sweaters for all the neices and nephews (Oh, and they’ll need gloves and scarfs too).
And then it was for the neighbors kid’s and sweaters for their pets (including the goldfish!)
Now she’s hanging out in alleys trying to score some of the good stuff, llama wool from Peru and Alpaca from New Zealand (they always give you the first skein for free).
Now rumor has it she’s knitting a map of the United States (life size. The scale is 1 mile = 1 mile).
She’s well and truly hooked, so to speak. Will she become unraveled going through the inevitable withdrawal? One can only wonder and pray for her.
My days of big projects seem to be over; I knit a bunch of sweaters, then I lost interest once I knew I could do it. Now, I just knit squares for my never-ending afghan while watching tv.
(I’m not sure which style I knit in - English or Continental. I was taught to knit by my Mennonite mother, who was of course taught by her mother, and I’ve never seen anyone else hold the wool the way we do.)
I love to knit! I taught myself this summer. I’m not good enough to do it while I watch t.v. or read, like I can with crocheting. Infact, if I let my mind wander the least bit, I make huge mistakes that don’t get noticed until several rows later.
And thank goodness for acrylic needles! One of the things that made me wait so long about learning was the sound of metal needles.
Actually I am a bit jealous. One day I’d like to learn how to knit. That could fill the down-time at Speech tournaments with productive activity. But I live in Southern California. What could I knit that I could actually use?
Hal That blanket is tooooo cute. Eleanor try knithelp.com for video goodness. Learn at your own pace with this down load. It’s how I learned how to do it the furren way. ( It’s so much easier*)
No naked ninja surfer pizza chickies there! Just hands, yarn and kneedles.
*Mind you, I’m still on the Everyone gets a scarf for Xmas lovefest with knitting right now. YMMV. Taxes and Delivery Charges are extra.