I’ve loved words since I fell in love with my very first picture book at age 2–Prince Bertram the Bad by Arnold Lobel.
Prince Bertram even kind of looked a little like me.
Well his hair, anyway.
So, some of you may know I was thinking about taking up crochet or knitting.
Something to do with my hands while watching Netflix that is more productive and less caloric than feeding my face with salty snacks.
Plus, pretty blankets.
Well, 17,000 hours of watching YouTube how-to videos later, and lots of salty snacks along the way…
I have officially failed at both.
Really, I gave it lots of effort.
Even sought real life advice from experts.
But it’s something to do with my lack of manual dexterity.
An inability to tension the yarn.
Who knew it would be that hard?
So what did I do?
I researched aids to help tension the yarn.
I discovered 5 different aids and tried them all.
Now, I’ve always kind of known I’m a klutz.
Never could jump rope without getting tangled up.
I trip over invisible bumps in the sidewalk.
If there’s even one bit of ice, my foot finds it–and boom–down I go.
But I refuse to give up all hope.
Stubborn that way.
Or maybe stupid.
Oftentimes, I can’t tell the difference and just keep plodding on.
And that’s a kind of success too.
So, I’m coming for you afghan loom.
Who can’t twist yarn around a little peg, right?
Gonna find out.
I’ll check back in with you guys with or without afghan.
Let you see the results of this next try / fail opportunity.
Wish me luck! Please. I’m gonna need it.