Thursday, January 7, 2010
I admit I've got an obsession to create things that are mind numbingly repetitive. I've made entire quilts out of the cloth yo-yos I sew. Why, you ask? Mostly because it's theraputic. Honestly, give me a good thousand yo-yos to make and I will be happy. No stress, no deadlines, no worries. Just the smooth, repetitve movements of my fingers, and all chaos leaves the body, and peace remains. I like crochet for the same reasons. So nice to be in the grandma stage of life and putter. I think I'll have another Little Debbie.