No one panic. But I have to tell you that last night I engaged in an activity that looks a lot like craft.
I know, I was just as shocked as you are. The first thing I know I invite a girlfriend around for some Prosecco and a movie on a Saturday night as Rob was away for the weekend and the next thing I know she whips out some knitting needles and some strange fabric thread thing. I resisted, I drank a glass or two of Prosecco and left them there, sitting. Waiting. I sat around the kitchen table and nattered, kept pouring the drinks, made dinner, got the girls to bed. We moved to the couch, she wanted to watch the Brumbies game to check the score (I know, my eyes rolled too) then I drank another glass and downloaded a movie for us to watch…a bit of Great Gatsby that I STILL hadn’t watched.
The next thing I know she had “cast on” and said here you go, have a crack. And I did. My textiles and design skills from year 7 came flashing back as did the lessons from Grandmother Dot many, many years ago. And then? I WAS KNITTING.
It required quite some attention (I hardly saw the movie at all in between the knitting and kids waking up) and of course keeping my liquids up, what with all that concentration. Then the movie ended, and we kept knitting, kept chatting and then it was 1am. WHAT ON EARTH?
I appeared to have travelled to some parallel universe where I engage in such activities and then into some kind of craft trance, where time no longer mattered.
This morning I woke up and a little while later I was drawn back to the needles. I think I am making a cushion cover, because, well, that makes sense to me. And I think that I am enjoying the process. You somehow lose your thoughts in all that repetitive motions. A calmness(?) overcomes you. And you know what the best bit is? You can’t eat and drink while you are doing it.
Is this what you people have been going on about?
Are you trying to tell me that like those smug exercise bastards that you crafty minx’s are onto something?
Well I never…!