My hands are itching today. Well not literally, but I feel the need to move. To do something with this hands o’ mine. I can’t figure out what to work on though. I know I have some chores to do, and I want to look into quotes for my bedroom wall (stencil time baby!). I have 3 or 4 knitting projects to work on, and like 2 more I want to start. Or I can work on my daughter’s dream catcher. I’ve already colored in the coloring book until Nood kicked me out because I didn’t color in the lines ONCE. My dogs don’t want to play anymore, and I’ve hung up all the pictures I have and re-arranged the crap in Noodle’s room twice.
Why are my hands so antsy!?
Most likely it’s just because of the season change. I always get really odd with crafts and projects once the temperature drops. The bonus of that? I make a ton of stuff for people at Christmas, and my house gets a make-over. Again. I think I drive the boyfriend mad with it all, but he tolerates it and that’s a bonus. He only starts to show boredom and thoughts of self-annihilation after the first hour in the craft store. I have to give him credit though, I only last 20 minutes in the video game store. So fair enough, here’s your gasoline, boy.
When Ryan and I first started dating, there was that queer moment where I wondered if he’d make fun of me because I knit. I have that moment every once in awhile with friends too, but it passes. For some reason, with boyfriends, I’ve always been more shy. I remember he came over once when I was working on Noodle’s blanket, and at the sound of the motorcycle I froze. I remember looking at the yarn in my hands and wondering if I could drown myself in my coffee. He walked through the door, glanced at me and started explaining he was going to cook dinner. Didn’t even noticed I was doing something non-knitters consider only for 80 year old grandmas. He doesn’t care, if anything I spend more time explaining different stitches and how to weave in alternate colors. As gay as it is, if we’re watching a movie or talking or something and I’m knitting, he ends up holding the skien more often than not and I laugh. It’s a preview of the future minus the wrinkles and saggy balls.
Knitting, Crochet and other handmade crafts mean alot to me. There’s a significant amount of time and effort I put into each project, so that means, if they are gifts that they only go to people I care about, people I know understand what went into each project. More times than not, if you make fun of me for knitting, then after you see my work, no, I will not be making you that beanie/gloves/scarf/pillow. Tough shit. You get a gift card to starbucks. With 20 cents less than what a latte costs on it. :)
So I think I’m going to work on my own scarf and finish up a co-workers. We have errands to run this morning, and I’m going to enjoy my down time a little bit longer before we head out. I hope everyone has a great weekend. Don’t kill anyone, do anything dumb, and no, I don’t have bail money.
