I've heard this a few times in my life, but I don't think it's true for me. I've been a crafter ever since my parents bought me a tiny loom when I was a little girl (somewhere between the ages of 5 and 8). I made little pot holders with the little elastic loops that came with the room, but eventually moved on to more interesting projects. Crocheting was my next accomplishment. I made a sampler out of navy yarn...The edges were wavy, but man was I proud. At some point I also learned to cross stitch, knit, and sew (a little).I absolutely love the relaxation and simultaneously accomplishment that I get from making things with my hands. I often daydream about all of the wonderful things that I plan to make.
The dream for this yarn are wool pants with a little embroidery.
A wool soaker that someday would allow babyjama to poop on her dad's pillow...
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A cozy soft sweater for babyjama...
So no, for me, worried hands don't knit only loving ones do. When I worry I pace, and there's been far too much of that going on lately. So here I am hoping you all will help hold me accountable for the amount of knitting that I get done.
It's a happy mamajama that completes projects and makes creative things for her family.
And what could be more happy than this?
2 comments:
Wool pants w/embroidery sounds fantastic!
Pictures please!
I haven't a crafty bone in my body. My sister got the craft genes, and I got the policy wonk genes. Definitely post pics, Mamajama - can't wait to see the pants, either! And, man-oh-man, babyjama is a serious cutie!
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