I have a project. A project not connected to my work, for a change. I want to make all (or most) of this year's Christmas presents myself (maybe like my mini-tribute to/against the financial crisis). Among other things, I started crocheting, believe it or not. After the first try outs where I almost got a heartattack because I was so annoyed that nothing worked out, internet provided me with a solution in the shape of a crocheting manual (which was like learning a new language again; all this new vocabulary like air loop, fix loop, tralalla). Now the monotonous movement of my fingers gives me a sense of enormous well-being (to speak with Blur), I feel strangely calm and satisfied.
In other words, I am starting to re-discover the pleasure of work made by my own hands. And I am secretly chuckling when thinking that of course all the people I give self-crocheted stuff to will have to wear it, no matter how odd they look.
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