For three weeks in a row I have attended a craft group. That, I feel is true commitment. The ladies are friendly, quirky (like me) and help me with the significant challenges of getting around this vibrant city. Besides they serve great lunches at each other's homes.
I soon realise I will have to find a new craft. The knitting supply store is miles away and my scraps of wool with my one size knitting needles is proving challenging. I decide that complicated patterns are not what I require as I try to absorb any new pieces of information through our constant chatter.
I meet people from all over the world who have lived in a great many places. They laugh at the Australian with a strange accent who doesn't actually 'do' much craft. In my usual fashion I try to glean as much as I can by listening to several conversations at once. My mother used to call this habit 'picking up stompies' (picking up small pieces of information like used cigarette butts) I am easily restless so I like to move chairs, conversations (and countries) frequently.
No comments:
Post a Comment