Let me be clear, I don’t need any more hobbies. I can’t seem to balance all of my current creative interests, let alone adding some oldies but goodies into the mix. But I couldn’t resist knitting again after buying an uncovered throw pillow I found on sale. It’s been sitting in its naked state on the futon in my studio for a few weeks. I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to clothe it with a knitted pillowcase. Of course my craft box didn’t contain the color yarn I wanted, so I meandered down to a charming shop called Loop.
It turns out this knitters’ haven is owned by an American (and apparently staffed by Americans and a Canadian). Since North American accents pierce the air here, they tend to be conservation starters. So one “Where are you from?” conversation and several balls of yarn later, I’m back home not working, but knitting. But it doesn’t stop there. Now I’m tempted to join some knitting groups. Maybe I should see how my first guitar lesson goes next week before I join something else. I think I need an artistic intervention.
