So over a year ago I posted a one-sentence blog post with a title that, completely unrelated to the post, mentioned how I wanted to learn how to crochet.
WELL. The crocheting didn't work out (mostly because I never actually tried to learn) BUT I did learn to knit!
So much yarny goodness! My dear friend leant me her needles (which are now on my BIRTHDAY WANT list) (*ahem,* mom and dad, 33 days) (ZOMG 33 days!!!) (GAH 33 days I AM OLD) (okay back to the post) and spent several hours coaching me through one row of clumsy, loose stitches.
But now I can do it on my own! I am ridiculously excited. It's so calming. And makes me feel productive. Cause I'm knitting and that is totally badass NO MATTER HOW MUCH CRAP I GET FROM BOYTOY SEAN ABOUT ME BEING 90 YEARS OLD.
We're not going to talk about the fact that I spent my Friday night knitting and watching the second part of the O'Reilly Factor but only because Jon Stewart is on it and Jon Stewart is HAWT.
Oh: and in case you were wondering, I'm making pupster Max a scarf. Because I can.