Last week I decided to start knitting and make the hubby a scarf for Christmas. So far it's going pretty good, I've been able to work on it during lunches at work. I think I have a pretty good chance of finishing it and perhaps making Jacob a matching one as well. Since things seem to be going well knittingwise, I apparently decided to press my luck. I'm now contemplating making an afghan for my father-in-law. What I really wanted to do is to crochet the afghan. That means I need to teach myself how to crochet. I've spent part of the day today trying to do just that. I suck at it. The few practice pieces that have been created look like giant knots. I'm going to keep trying but in the mean time I am going back to trying to knit the afghan as a matter of fact I've actually started it. I'm an idiot.
I've never made anything besides a scarf and now I'm attempting two projects at a time and one is huge. What on earth made me think that I can accomplish all this in my spare time? I'm either an idiot or nuts, perhaps both. But yet I feel compelled to do this. The desire to create things has been great lately and this seems to be a good outlet.
Well that's it for now.
Talk you later.