it's a learning process
I had the flu, and I trudged over to the pharmacy to get some medicine. While waiting to pay for my not-quil, I spotted a package on the clearance rack. It was the last "learn to knit" kit that had once sat on the last-minute-gift shelf in CVS. I figured for 1.99, it was worth it. Plus, didn't all the hip young people knit these days? I wanted to be in on this zenned out secret! Turns out, I couldn't follow the paltry instructions at all and I kept getting distracted by what was on daytime television.
My next day back at work, I sent an email around. "Does anyone know how to knit? If so - meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes." It all sounded very back-alley-deal, but the truth is I had giant plastic needles and chunky yarn, and I was on a mission.
Three days later I had a scarf and a new obsession.
Sewing didn't happen until much later. If by much you mean about five months. I'd decided that I wasn't entirely content with just knitting so it was time to try my hand at something else. Miss Kerri said "get yo'self a sewing machine and we'll make stuffs!" So I did. I found myself a used Singer on eBay, and took the day off to go get it. When the guy found out I'd driven *all the way* to Boston from Providence, he knocked off five bucks for my troubles.
Score.
I went to Kerri's that weekend and learned to turn the beast on, and how to thread it, and most importantly - how to make it go. I still use the wallet we made that day.
Kisses!
