Hmmmm
I have to admit, if I am sitting some where, anywhere, I get antsy if I am not doing something with my hands. I am worried one day I will end up picking my nose just for something to do. The reason I bring this up is because I feel guilty...Let's back up a little. Ahem.
Four years ago, no wait...let's back up some more. I remember being a little girl watching my grandmother crochet complete afghans in a half-hour, and even attempted to learn, but apparently it skips generations, or stupid people or something, because I didn't pick it up, despite all her aggravated attempts to teach me. I have to admit, I was more interested in eating dirt than wielding a crochet hook. Years later (MANY MANY years later) I was sitting there in my pregnant body trying to occupy myself with stuff to do before my life was over. I was talking to my sister, Emily, and she told me she was crocheting a scarf, and I thought "HEY! I can probably do that!" and so I started down the crochet path that I have never left since.
My first attempts were...sad...Very very sad...I crocheted my friend a baby blanket and washed it. When I took it out of the drier it looked like a giant baby blue fishing net. My mom then told me to try again, but not wash it, that way I wouldn't never know how awful my work truly was. Time passed, and I actually got pretty good, but after some acquiring some crochet info, I discovered (3 Years later...) that I had been crocheting backward (never mind the horrible realization that some of stitches I had been doing were COMPLETELY WRONG, but I digress...). My friend, Tara (Tara, Dara, Ha ha ha! BFF!), said, upon my discovery, "Hmmm..you instinctively picked the hardest way to crochet...I wonder what that means...*raised eyebrows*" So, I retaught myself how to crochet, and find great enjoyment in creating warm fuzzies for the people I love. But there is a drawback...I cannot sit in church without crocheting something. It just feels wrong...I suppose it's because I feel if I am not doing anything useful when my hands are free I am wasting valuable time. I harbor the hope that God feels the same way. But I always feel like people are staring at me and silently condemning me to Outer Darkness for crocheting during the three hour block. Maybe I should just stand up next Sunday and shout in the middle of Relief Society "Oh YEAH?!! well ALL Y'ALL are going to burn for judging me!" Sigh... I will probably just keep trying to prove to people that I am indeed paying attention. Every Sunday I make sure to raise my hand and make comments while I crochet..."See??!! I can multi-task!" Still...I think I have a condition...Guilty Personality Disorder. It's better than some other disorder..like OCD..Oh wait...
Four years ago, no wait...let's back up some more. I remember being a little girl watching my grandmother crochet complete afghans in a half-hour, and even attempted to learn, but apparently it skips generations, or stupid people or something, because I didn't pick it up, despite all her aggravated attempts to teach me. I have to admit, I was more interested in eating dirt than wielding a crochet hook. Years later (MANY MANY years later) I was sitting there in my pregnant body trying to occupy myself with stuff to do before my life was over. I was talking to my sister, Emily, and she told me she was crocheting a scarf, and I thought "HEY! I can probably do that!" and so I started down the crochet path that I have never left since.
My first attempts were...sad...Very very sad...I crocheted my friend a baby blanket and washed it. When I took it out of the drier it looked like a giant baby blue fishing net. My mom then told me to try again, but not wash it, that way I wouldn't never know how awful my work truly was. Time passed, and I actually got pretty good, but after some acquiring some crochet info, I discovered (3 Years later...) that I had been crocheting backward (never mind the horrible realization that some of stitches I had been doing were COMPLETELY WRONG, but I digress...). My friend, Tara (Tara, Dara, Ha ha ha! BFF!), said, upon my discovery, "Hmmm..you instinctively picked the hardest way to crochet...I wonder what that means...*raised eyebrows*" So, I retaught myself how to crochet, and find great enjoyment in creating warm fuzzies for the people I love. But there is a drawback...I cannot sit in church without crocheting something. It just feels wrong...I suppose it's because I feel if I am not doing anything useful when my hands are free I am wasting valuable time. I harbor the hope that God feels the same way. But I always feel like people are staring at me and silently condemning me to Outer Darkness for crocheting during the three hour block. Maybe I should just stand up next Sunday and shout in the middle of Relief Society "Oh YEAH?!! well ALL Y'ALL are going to burn for judging me!" Sigh... I will probably just keep trying to prove to people that I am indeed paying attention. Every Sunday I make sure to raise my hand and make comments while I crochet..."See??!! I can multi-task!" Still...I think I have a condition...Guilty Personality Disorder. It's better than some other disorder..like OCD..Oh wait...
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Where are pictures of your masterpieces? Now I'm dying to see something!
I'm like that too. I find that I actually listen BETTER if I'm doing something at church. Otherwise, my mind wanders while I'm looking at the speaker. I start noticing their ingrown hairs which leads me to think about their improper grooming habits which makes me then think about how our society is crumbling as a whole...and so on. So. If I saw you crocheting in church, I would just think, "Wow, she's really trying to listen and learn and grow as a person. Good for her!"
Roosevelt is about 2 hours east of Orem...the opening of Provo Canyon.