Knitting
I only took up knitting about a year ago, and am very much a novice. I found it soothing, especially when combined with a period drama on the ABC on Sunday nights. But knitting was one of the activities I lost interest in when my depression really set in, and my attempts to get back to it have been marred by frustration at how difficult I've since found it. I mean, it's embarrassing how bad I am at knitting. You don't want to know how long it took me to learn to purl. My mother's been knitting for a bit longer than me, but she shares the same feeling. We're just not naturally good at crafty things, however much we try. I blame our stubby fingers.
You see, having finished my Easter break marking today, I thought I would treat myself to new wool and start entirely new projects, instead of the stupidly simple scarf that has been taunting me for the last several months. I bought wool for some simple projects, and then got carried away and have ordered wool for an ambitious cardigan thing that seems guaranteed to make me cry, but what the hell, right? I have to try new things. Even if I've apparently forgotten how to increase, which meant my planned evening of relaxing knitting was anything but.
I'm one of those people who hates being bad at things, but I'm also a stubborn person, so I WILL master this eventually. I swear it.
You see, having finished my Easter break marking today, I thought I would treat myself to new wool and start entirely new projects, instead of the stupidly simple scarf that has been taunting me for the last several months. I bought wool for some simple projects, and then got carried away and have ordered wool for an ambitious cardigan thing that seems guaranteed to make me cry, but what the hell, right? I have to try new things. Even if I've apparently forgotten how to increase, which meant my planned evening of relaxing knitting was anything but.
I'm one of those people who hates being bad at things, but I'm also a stubborn person, so I WILL master this eventually. I swear it.