I K-nitted a K-sweater

Last year on New Year's Eve, I apparently could not come up with anything to do with two days off from work. So, I pulled out the "Knitting for Dummies" book I had spontaneously purchased at good old Green Apple Books and set to work. A few days later, I had produced a fairly ugly stitch sampler. And so it began.

Within two weeks, I had joined a local knitting circle, a.k.a. Hobby Enablers (Hi, BAWDies!), and so it continued.

Knitting has now reached the Critical Hobby Obsession level. Winter is months away, but I was compelled to finish a warm wool sweater for myself. Want to see it?

The sweater is made from the La Mancha pattern by JoLene M. Treace and wonderful Malabrigo yarn. If you want to see more of my knitting projects, just sit there and hit "refresh" for a few months, OR join Ravelry and look for sfcorgi.

Next up, two baby hats for pregnant co-workers and two baby sweaters for pregnant friends. Then I'll tackle something new... socks? Lace? Only time will tell.

Another new hobby

I seem to have this hobby addiction. Some might call it a disorder. It runs in the family.

The problem can be traced to my grandparents. Their hobby of collecting was immediately apparent upon entering their home. Their basement was a graveyard of disused equipment and tools... because, you see, old hobbies never truly go away, even if you stop doing them because you've acquired new ones.

My dad continues the tradition. He has gone through more hobbies than I can recall in my lifetime: cars. photography. winemaking. gardening. stained glass. model airplanes. golf. I noticed my brother following the same path from a young age: dinosaurs. baseball cards. camping. pez dispensers. running. beer. Well, the beer came later, but you get the idea.

It took a while to admit that I was also afflicted with this peculiar disorder, but it ought to have been obvious from my first potholder loom... plastic needlepoint. latch hook. painting. dancing. origami. puzzles. drama club. cooking. eek. My mom, on the other hand, is remarkably unencumbered by hobbies, and certainly dealt with her share of frustration with the excessive Stuff that her children tended to accumulate. She once called me to ask what she should write on a job application asking what her hobbies were. (She suggested cleaning, but I think we eventually put down cooking and reading.)

The first step is admitting that I have a problem. I don't really care about the other 11 steps because I don't plan to reform. You see, I've got a big garage now in which to store all of my paraphernalia... and it beats watching TV. So why not add one more hobby and create a blog about all the rest? At least it neither requires nor generates any more Stuff.