I may or may not have a slight obsession with wool. And crochet. And the thrill of creating something and seeing it right away. The joy of instant gratification still surprises me after all this time of toiling with wool and hook.
My husband doesn’t understand the pile of unfinished products lurking in drawers and cupboards in various stages of completion, but I’m quick to point out all the beautiful things I’ve made, mostly given away as gifts.
Nothing, absolutely compares to the thrill of finding the perfect wool, playing with the colours and putting it all together, night after night.
And then giving it to someone.
I sometimes wonder if the recipients that don’t crochet understand the time and effort that goes into making something, but then I remind myself that’s about the giving, not the receiving. And then I make more stuff as gifts. Can’t help myself.
Today I popped into my favourite wool shop to buy sample colours to go with our new curtains (scatter cushion covers) and they had A SALE. Many balls of wool later I left, elated, and I’m going back for more. Must. Have. All. The. Wool.
Just imagine all the things I could make!!
Whilst my husband huddles in the corner, muttering about cupboards full of wool.
Do you knit/crochet? Or do you have an equally all-consuming hobby?