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carrie_ironhorse) wrote2011-01-06 02:17 pm
carrie_ironhorse) wrote2011-01-06 02:17 pm
Knitpicks now sells looms and wheels!
(Not a shill, I swear :D )
www.knitpicks.com/Accessories/Drop_Spindles_and_other_spinning_tools__L300531.html
The temptation is strong. Not super-ultra strong since I just bought an expensive toy for myself (an Xbox 360), but. Still. I have an addictive personality when it comes to hobbies (hobbies = yay a new way to make things!). I draw (not as much anymore, though.) I write fiction. I shoot photos. I make chocolates. I'm trying to learn to cook. I sew. I knit, as of the last six months. And I have a tendency to latch on to hobbies suddenly, and with enthusiasm that surprises even me.
Exhibit A:
(six months earlier)
Me: *surfs internet randomly*
Me: I am going to learn how to knit.
My mother: *blinks* Okay then.
(present day)
My mother: So what are you knitting now?
Me: Well I got bored with the fingerless gloves I was working on and a little burnt out after the socks I made you for Christmas, so I thought it was time to start my first sweater.
So, when I decided I wanted a spinning wheel (sometime after I learned to knit, i.e. not that long ago) I tried to hold back. "Later, once I have this knitting thing down (and have room for YET MORE STASH) I'll figure out this spinning thing." The desire for a loom lurked in the back of my brain, but stayed hidden, because I had this idea that all looms were ridiculously expensive. I'm STILL trying to stick to that; maybe next summer I'll buy a wheel, but not yet.
The thing about my hobbies is, I have this underlying desire to be really self-sufficient. And supremely awesome in the kind of way where someone asks you where you got that great sweater or dress or purse, and you get the delicious feeling of telling them you made it. Except I want to further, as in "and not only did I make the sweater/dress/purse, I spun/dyed/wove the yarn myself as well" and then of course you have to have your own sheep. (Also a goal.) To me that feeling would be amazing. Even if people don't usually ask where I got x because I'm introverted and decidedly unfashionable most of the time.
/rambling
The moral of this story is that Knitpicks (from whom I already buy too much yarn) has rekindled my lust for both a spinning wheel and a loom, because their looms are less expensive than their wheels and thus in the realm of possibility. The end.
www.knitpicks.com/Accessories/Drop_Spindles_and_other_spinning_tools__L300531.html
The temptation is strong. Not super-ultra strong since I just bought an expensive toy for myself (an Xbox 360), but. Still. I have an addictive personality when it comes to hobbies (hobbies = yay a new way to make things!). I draw (not as much anymore, though.) I write fiction. I shoot photos. I make chocolates. I'm trying to learn to cook. I sew. I knit, as of the last six months. And I have a tendency to latch on to hobbies suddenly, and with enthusiasm that surprises even me.
Exhibit A:
(six months earlier)
Me: *surfs internet randomly*
Me: I am going to learn how to knit.
My mother: *blinks* Okay then.
(present day)
My mother: So what are you knitting now?
Me: Well I got bored with the fingerless gloves I was working on and a little burnt out after the socks I made you for Christmas, so I thought it was time to start my first sweater.
So, when I decided I wanted a spinning wheel (sometime after I learned to knit, i.e. not that long ago) I tried to hold back. "Later, once I have this knitting thing down (and have room for YET MORE STASH) I'll figure out this spinning thing." The desire for a loom lurked in the back of my brain, but stayed hidden, because I had this idea that all looms were ridiculously expensive. I'm STILL trying to stick to that; maybe next summer I'll buy a wheel, but not yet.
The thing about my hobbies is, I have this underlying desire to be really self-sufficient. And supremely awesome in the kind of way where someone asks you where you got that great sweater or dress or purse, and you get the delicious feeling of telling them you made it. Except I want to further, as in "and not only did I make the sweater/dress/purse, I spun/dyed/wove the yarn myself as well" and then of course you have to have your own sheep. (Also a goal.) To me that feeling would be amazing. Even if people don't usually ask where I got x because I'm introverted and decidedly unfashionable most of the time.
/rambling
The moral of this story is that Knitpicks (from whom I already buy too much yarn) has rekindled my lust for both a spinning wheel and a loom, because their looms are less expensive than their wheels and thus in the realm of possibility. The end.