I've been thinking about starting a blog for awhile, but kept putting it off because it's not like there aren't 80 billion other blogs out there, and why does the blagosphere need another one? And then I said to myself, Self, it doesn't matter if everyone else is doing it. It doesn't matter if nobody reads it. And it doesn't matter that you didn't start a blog before it was cool. What are you, a hipster? And then I stopped talking to myself and started writing instead.
I am not a writer. I enjoyed writing short stories when I was a kid and I thought they were pretty good but now they're just pretty good to laugh at. I haven't written anything in a few years and before that it was for university and only because I had to. I HATED writing papers. Good thing I got an arts degree, eh? Generally a good way to guarantee that I won't like doing something is telling me I have to do it. That's why I'm not even sure how long my desire to write this blog will last. As soon as it feels like a chore it will probably fall by the wayside until enough guilt builds up inside me and I finally break down and write a pity post. Not to get ahead of myself though, that's all yet to come! (but hopefully not)
So basically, I love wool. I love the way it looks, I love the way it feels, and most of the time I love the way it smells (what, you don't smell your wool?). I love knitting, and crocheting, but mostly knitting. It is pretty much the only thing I ever want to do. Another part of the reason for starting this blog is so that I can do something with my time other than knitting, while still involving my love of knitting. Trying to trick my subconscious isn't easy.
I also love things that I can do while knitting, such as watching television and movies, listening to audiobooks, and going on road trips (however I only knit in the passenger seat, never while I'm driving. Safety first!) But of course every knitter needs fuel to maintain the energy to keep those fingers moving and their eyes open, otherwise the knitter may get cranky and tired and that just leads to dropped stitches, tangled yarn, and frustration. This is my roundabout way of saying I also love food and caffeinated beverages. Never knit on an empty stomach!
Speaking of which, my stomach is growling and I think this is long enough for a first post.