On textiles

I love the idea of textiles.

I honestly do.

I love quilting - piecing tops, watching the patterns come together, the whole concept of needle through fabric.

Sewing clothes? It can frustrate me, but I understand it and I'm damned good at it. It's genetic. I come from a very long line of Woman that Sew.

Knitting? *rolls eyes* I took classes. Read books. Tried everything known to man and I can't do it. It makes absolutely no sense. Now, I can't feel bad about this. My mother can't knit. My granny didn't knit. I am not in the knitting gene pool. Two needles is simply ridiculous. ;-)

Crochet, now - it makes perfect sense. I'm crocheting a hat today. Those are my favorite to do - there's something amazingly, mathematically right about the adding stitches, reducing. And working in the round? Makes me happy.

I know, I'm a freak. I don't know *why*, it just does. (Of course, this is where I admit I use q-tips to mark stitches, right? And I crochet upside down and backwards, which means my wrong side is the outside and my hats swirl the wrong way. Hey, you can't get deeply cracked hats just anywhere...)

Lorna and I found a huge basket of yarn on sale for a quarter a skein and we bought a bunch - goofy yarn, eyelash yarn, fuzzy and sparkly and ridiculously froofy yarn. So, hats.

*nods*

Hats.