We’re in the honeymoon phase, my crochet hook and I, frolicking happily with our colorful ball of wool. And while I would hate for my hook to hear this, I actually have a history of honeymooning in this way. I wouldn’t necessarily say I love ’em and leave ’em, because I never truly leave. But I think it would be accurate to say that I have a tendency to love ’em and neglect ’em for long periods of time.
Oh, yes, I’ve had multiple partners:
For much of 2010, my Canon SX20 and I took long, romantic walks on the beach together.
In 2009, I was in a threeway with a pair of knitting needles, and let me tell you, that was quite a ride.
2008 was the year of the knitting loom. Perhaps I did love that one and leave it. I’m sorry, Loomie, but the needles did all that you could do and then some.
In 2007 my love affair with my sewing machine was well documented and fruitful.
And before that I had a long-term relationship with polymer clay that fulfilled me for the better part of eleven years before my eye started to wander.
I come back to these past loves often for a little romp. They’re like comfortable old shoes, and they feel good and right. and every once in a while I get playful and have a little thing on the side with the likes of paper crafting or tub dying.
It’s all good.
But for right now, the hook is the apple of my eye. There are no other new crafts on the horizon that I even want to explore. It’s smooth sailing on the SS Crochet, and clear blue skies as far as the eye can see.
(hmmm, you know… come to think of it? I’ve always wanted to try my hand at pottery… eek!)