I can't do it. I just...can't...do...it.
I can give up meat, cheese, any and all things animal. I can live out Benjamin Franklin's virtues. I can become the kind of person who drinks lots of water and takes her supplements. I can even, on occasion, Zumba.
But I can't crochet. It's too hard.
This is the point where all of you crocheters come out of the woodwork to reassure me....I'll wait.
Okay, and I have to be honest - I can't Zumba very well, either. It's DIFFICULT. I'm not terribly coordinated, and making my arms go one way, my hips go another and then somehow moving my feet along an as-yet-to-be-discovered dimension is, well, like crocheting- only sexier. I do try, though - and usually just end up dancing around my living room like an idiot. But it's fun, and it still counts as exercise, and it gives me an excuse to wear my Zumba shoes. I Zumba slightly better than I crochet.
Is it October yet?
HA!!!
ReplyDeleteI will wait patiently for my "homemade-place-to-put-a-hot-pot-thingie-made-with-love-by-my-Tina" even if it takes a million years.
Don't feel bad. My wife crochets for fun. I've seen the process first hand and it still looks like magic to me. I envision Rumpelstiltskin turning straw into gold...
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