Hooked....

I finally have a hobby... and a real hobby too... not just sleeping, collecting vintage chemistry equipment,  telling atrocious jokes, stalking Clooney, reading Russian literature, contemplating the life of gnats,or gazing at my navel which are just some of the topics I normally declare as hobbies. Of course I also sometimes declare that making up random hobbies is my hobby, but that does some people's heads in .... big time...

Finally having a real hobby is quite the watershed moment for the person previously known as the Queen of Pinterest fails I tell you!!! I am not crafty... in fact sewing is a blood sport in my hands and recently after a very frustrating afternoon trying to teach me to knit, Phantom forcibly removed the knitting needles from my hand and declared she would stab me with them if I attempted knitting ever again. So it was with mild trepidation that my good friend Rach and I headed off to take  a crochet class at Sidestreet Vintage a few weeks ago... but it was great fun... plus we only got in mild trouble, although looking back I seem to recall I was the only one who got the stern reminders about shoddy technique lol... and they were very tolerant of Rach and I, who even on our best behaviour can be a handful, though I must say we did behave ourselves exceptionally well.... perhaps we are mellowing. 

Aside from managing to make it to the end of the class and not being kicked out for giggling, snorting and inappropriate comments... we actually had a great time and didn't suck at it at all. Rach is actually very crafty and competent in all other things yarn and sewing related... which makes me think she may have been foxing a bit... but a patient teacher who indulged us made the whole thing great fun... and I was pretty excited to be able to declare at least mild competence with the basics...but the thing that got me to actually pay attention and want to be good at it was these beauties.... the colours of this yarn are insane... bright and vibrant and truly perfect for a colour whores like Rach and I. We stood before that joyous wall of colour, looked at each other and quietly giggled like mad women, knowing this was meant to be... 

Since that glorious day I have been crocheting like someone possessed, well at least someone possessed in the evening while the football is on, and it must be magically making me easier to live with as Sinus and Phants ordered me some more yarn to keep me going and basically are now feeding my habit like crazy which is great fun all round...  Am I good at it? ... nope... is there any chance that I will ever create anything beyond a dodgy blanket?... not likely... but am I having fun?... you betcha baby... well except for the whole managing your yarn thing

In class we were shown how to get the yarn from the centre of the ball so it didn't roll all over the place while you were working, which sounds great in theory, but in practice has led to me pulling half the ball out trying to find that end , not to mention I magically get tangles no matter what I do which lead to much hilarity from the peanut gallery, and there may have been an incident where I somehow managed to get tangled in half a ball of yarn so thoroughly that I couldn't get out of the chair without being unwound. But that was only one small incident so I am declaring myself generally competent and let's leave it at that.

Happy painting all...xx