eighteen 


I mentioned recently that I’ve been working on reclaiming hobbies. This actually started last year when I took up running. I needed a hobby and it turned into my lifeline. But, I can’t always be running. 

Which led to me joining a book club and returning to knitting. Knitting and I go way back. My Mom taught us all to knit at a fairly young age. She claims it was self preservation so we would leave her projects alone. But I wandered often from the hobby. In high school I took up bobbin lacing but nothing ever stuck. Hell, it’s too soon to call if it has now. Though it does feel different this time. Kind of like the running last year. 

Thus I’m back to knitting. And with an ambitious project. I’m making my first afghan. I won’t be fast, but I’m definitely enjoying the progress. 

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About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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One Response to eighteen 

  1. San says:

    Love it. Knitting is such a soothing activity for me.

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