I don’t do well with hobbies. I have a closet full of the detritus of failed interests. That sounds far more noble than saying “junk”.
However, I’ve started something I’ve actually kept up with for several months. I’ve started loom knitting and crocheting.
As usual, I threw myself into it wholeheartedly. I spent more money than I should have on the necessary accoutrements. I’ve got looms and crochet hooks and drawers full of different kinds and colors of yarn.
I’ve watched countless videos showing how to do different stitches, I’ve bookmarked different patterns I want to try. I’ve made hats, and scarves, and shawls, and fingerless gloves.
And, remarkably, I’m enjoying it.
Now, I’ve never been a particularly crafty or artistic-type person, so I’m actually enjoying creating tangible and useful things for a change.
I can read simpler patterns now, but for more complicated ones I try my best to find an instructional video. Who knows if I’ll ever be competent or confident enough to make my own, but for now, I’m happy using other people’s patterns.
I don’t know that I’ll ever get the hang of knitting with knitting needles. It seems unnatural to me to try to grab yarn and pull it through a loop without a hook to actually grab the yarn, but I’ll keep trying.
Hopefully, I’ll keep it up. If this hobby joins my mandolin, keyboard, Rosetta Stone, fancy cookbooks and bicycle, I’m going to need a bigger closet.