If I was ever skeptical that knitting is relaxing, last night convinced me.
The funny thing is, I don't knit. But some of my friends do, and they invited me to come hang out, at Sweetwater's Cafe and chat while the three of them knitted.
And it was so soothing watching the knitting that I almost fell asleep.
I went for the company. Part of me, wishes that I could knit, but you don't understand. I'm not cut out of that cloth.
I discovered this in 7th grade when we made a tote bag in Home Economics.
It was my first spin on a sewing machine. And I was awful. It was a simple pattern with basically 2 seams, and a drawstring top. Which is why most of my friends finished it in 2 days.
But it took me two weeks. And I got a C. The teacher had no vision, dammit.
I attempted to redeem myself in 8th grade.
This time we were making shorts. I managed to sew the legs together, and then I accidently sewed the shorts to my pant leg.
After this, I decided sewing wasn't for me.
But I greatly admire those who can thread needles with the greatest of ease.
I tip my thimble to you.