Continuing on a theme of things I'm addicted to... Hi, my name is Brenna, and I'm addicted to yarn. I've actually managed this particular addiction fairly well. Though, if you were to enter my apartment, you would be hard-pressed to not note the signs. (I can't hide it! - my apartment has less built in storage space than a dog house, thus forcing me to have everything I own on display.) I did move up to storing the yarn in baskets now, though, which makes it at least appear more... dignified.
I love the yarn so much not just for itself, but for the promise of what it can me. Well, some yarn I just love for itself - the really soft ones. Mmmm. I so love soft yarn. My mother taught me how to crochet when I was a youngster - twelve or so. At that time, I started making a 'scarf' which quickly turned into a 'Barbie blanket' as I gave up when it got about six inches long. When I got my wisdom teeth pulled before senior year of college, it seemed like a good time to try my hand at it again. And I've never looked back. Since 1999, I have had at least one crochet project going on at all times. (I don't count the ones that I'm 'working on,' including a few that I probably started in 1999...) So the yarn is obviously very important in crocheting.
I remember my first trip to a specialty yarn store. I thought my head was going to explode. It was beautiful. Here in this town, which possesses so many things that I don't like, there is a beautiful AC Moore that almost makes up for the bad things with its fantastic yarn department. If I could build my dream house, it would include a huge DVD room, an expansive library (a la Beauty and the Beast) and the yarn department from AC Moore.
So what could be the ultimate pleasure, in the world of a yarn-lover? Taking the next step from appreciating yarn to making yarn. Control over something I love? How fantastic. Oh, and I'd have a chocolate room in my house, too. Next door to the coffee cabana.
Thus I found myself this morning in the first of my three spinning classes. Not bicycle spinning, but spinning in the ancient sense of the word - with spinning wheels and spindles and wool and all. In the 'olden' days this was a task delegated to the children of a household. In the 'new-en' days (aka now) watching grown adults (aka me) learn how to spin is somewhat comical. It was actually not all that bad. I got a pretty good looking (small) skein of wool yarn after a few hours. And the instructor was kind enough to tell me that some people actually 'go for' that thick-thin look.
Spinning today was pretty cool. The jury is out on what my final response will be. I'm scared to start really liking it. My apartment is full enough of yarn as it is... I don't know that I could fit a spinning wheel in there (not to mention the fact that they cost several hundred dollars). I think, though, that I'll really enjoy spinning. Sigh... Yarn.
Okay, moving on from feeling like a five year old trying to learn how to spin to feeling like a 27 year old griping about the 'younger' generation. I was watching My Super Sweet 16 on MTV. Good grief! I'm all for having a memorable 16th birthday. For instance, when I turned 16, there was a festival of bands and a parade. Seriously. Of course, I was wearing a wool and polyester uniform (complete with shako) and toting my clarinet. But memorable, indeed. This MTV show is showcasing little teeny-boppers who have nothing better to do than spend their parent's money in ridiculously lavish shin-digs that serve to ever-widen the gap of the 'cool' kids versus the 'kids who wear shakos on their 16th birthday.' Eh. Whatever floats your boat. I shouldn't worry myself with these wee kids-ies who have VIP rooms at their birthday parties (VIP rooms! Good grief)
What really set me off about it was seeing the glee with which these girls presented the 'select' people with their engraved silver medallion invitations at school (the better to let others know they weren't invited), and then later designated the ultimately select crew their in to the VIP room. That bothered me almost as much as seeing the kids who bought into the hype enough to try to manufacture fake invitations to sneak their way in.
Why waste time on things like that when you can play with yarn and eat chocolate. Ahhh... perfection.
By the way, I didn’t use a spindle today, nor do I really know what one is. So, I wasn’t really acting like Sleeping Beauty at all. I am tired, though.
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