You’ve Got To Be Kidding
No, really. If anyone had told me that I would start doing what I’m doing, I would have laughed in their faces. There is absolutely no way that I would have believed it myself. I’m stronger than that. I’m smarter than that. But, alas, here it is, and I can’t seem to stop myself.
No, I’m not the meth-addict next door. I’m not the compuslive shopper. I’m not even the closet ABC Soap Opera addict (ok, maybe I am that one, but really, is that so bad?). Deep breath. Here goes: I started knitting. KNITTING for God’s sake. And Camille is to blame. She said, as she was packing up her house, “Hey. I have this knitting kit thing. Do you want it?” “Sure”, I said. “I’ll give it a try”. I believe that there is nothing we cannot learn on our own, and it seems that my theory is still holding. Now I’m one of them. A knitter.
Just so things don’t get too out of hand, I solemly swear to not post pictures of my projects on Flickr. I will not live and die by my yarn. I will not be one of those crazy knitting ladies with 45 pair of socks made by my own little hands.
So there you have it. I have become totally immersed in “working inside the home” (that one was just for you, baby). Between All My Children, One Life to Live, General Hospital, and God help me, knitting, I have suddenly leapt from age 31 to age 65. Send help, please.
August 7th, 2006 at 2:34 pm
Welcome to the dark side.
August 7th, 2006 at 3:13 pm
Maybe you could knit cutesy little outfits for the dogs. 🙂
August 8th, 2006 at 7:33 am
You say all of that now… but it will get bad! It’s so addictive!
And Kevin, what is wrong with those little outfits for dogs?! 🙂