So, I had my first session with a new therapist on Thursday. Of course, describing my childhood and who I am left me upset and zoned out (not a good time to be driving). On an incredably strong impulse, I picked up some yarn and a pair of knitting needles and spent the evening online, learning how to knit. I have been crocheting 27 years so this was not my only moment of yarn strangeness. Sometimes when I'm cold, instead of getting a sweater or a blanket I get a hook and some scrap yarn and start crocheting a blanket. It's not like it's going to be useful anytime soon. A lap robe started in winter will probably be done mid-summer. Once I started what came out as a 6x8 foot bedspread that took about two years. I just don't get it.
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