I took up knitting a few years back. My first project was a baby blanket for my then newborn niece, Gabi. She's 5.5 yo now and the blanket's still not done. It was a mess. That blanket just was not going to happen. Maybe I'll finish it for when she has kids!
Flash forward 5 years or so. Last summer, I decided I need a hobby. Kevin collects stamps, coins and the occasional old map. Other people collect figurines, toys, sports memorabilia, etc. Other people take up woodworking, jewelry making, sewing, etc. Now, why did I decide all of a sudden that I needed a hobby? Bc I was uber-pissed off about something at work and I decided that I needed something I could get lost doing, thereby taking my mind off the problem at hand.
When I started working at the town library, I had no idea the weird stuff that would happen. I thought that the library was so small that, really, it was going to be a very boring and quiet job. So very wrong. I'm sure I've blogged about the after school kids problem. Kids have nowhere else to go, nothing else to do, no transporation, so they come to the library. That's fine if they're acting normal. Some of them even do homework! But some kids think it's a rec center. As one of my co-workers put it, some of the kids have no idea that different behavior is expected and appropriate in different places. So, e.g., they think nothing of wrestling, skateboarding, dribbling, playing catch, etc. in the library. I remind you that the library is in an old house, so it's like they're doing all this in your home.
Last summer, I kicked this one kid out after several warnings for inappropriate behavior, some of which included playing catch with himself by bouncing the ball off the wall. He came back a short while later and started up again. I kicked him out again. He shot spitballs in my face.
I cannot describe how mad I was at the time. Even now, months later, I feel a little het up about it. And what I wanted to do about it! I don't know if I've ever felt such desire to hurt someone before. OMFG, I fucking wanted to fucking kill that fucking kid. And I am not exaggerating. I wanted to grab that kid by the throat, hold him up against the wall right there in the library foyer and squeeze with all my might until he breathed his last. I wanted to beat the shit out of him. I didn't want to slap him or pinch him or push him. I wanted to haul off and punch his stupid, grinning face over and over and over again until it was nothing but a bloody, purple pulp. Fortunately, I was not about to follow through on any of these desires, realizing that violence begets violence, beating the shit out of him wouldn't solve anything (although it would have made me feel really, really good, of that I'm certain), it would only further teach him that violence was the way to go and that whoever could beat the crap out of other people was successful, and all that good pacifist nonsense.
So, in my mind, I delegated my desires to others. I certainly wasn't going to beat the kid up, but if, oh, someone else were to beat the crap out of him, that'd be okay. If I came to learn that he'd met with some misfortune elsewhere in life, that'd be acceptable. And let me tell you, I would not be at all surprised if I read about him in the newspaper's police blotters of the future. I'm certain I've already read about him, just as an 'unidentified minor'.
What actally happened is that I banned the kid from the library for at least a month and after that, if he wanted to come to the library, he'd have to first meet with the director and his parent or guardian. He eventually did come back under those conditions, but then he threatened another staffperson. So now he cannot come to the library at all unless a parent or guardian comes with him and stays with him for each and every visit. He has not returned under those conditions. I actually do feel kinda bad for the kid bc I figure it must suck to be him. But it also sucks to be me at the wrong end of a spitball, being spoken to in foul language, being called a 'bitch' and told to 'kiss my ass', etc.
And this is when I decided to take up a hobby. I stopped by the knitting store, Time to Knit, just down the road from and right after work, got reaquainted with the whole knitting thing, decided on a project and got my supplies. Perhaps a hobby involving pointy objects wasn't the safest choice at the time, but I've managed to almost poke out only my own eye. I'm working on a lap blanket. It's a blanket for the den, to cuddle up under while watching tv or snoozing or to attract a kitty to your lap. It's made up of a bunch of different colored squares. I had originally meant them to be equilateral squares, but goofed up the height and width ratio. Oop. The squares are knit around the edges with a middle of stockinette stitch. Here's a bunch of completed squares:
Hmm, the colors aren't showing up quite right, but you get the picture. Two of the squares are turned so that you see the stockinette side and the other two so that you see the purl side. Once I've knitted all the squares I need, I'll iron them and then sew them together.
It's not a very challenging project, but that's okay by me. I want something I can relax with and sort of get of lost doing. I don't want yet something else to really have to think about. (I've been meaning to blog about my choice of film entertainment these days. After spending a day reading and thinking philosophy and/or working, I usually don't want to watch anything mentally challenging. So the DVDs I've been bringing home from the library these days have most definitely been on the lighter side, including animation.) I don't have that many brain cells to throw around.
Like all good knitters, I'm already thinking ahead to my next project(s). The current project will be Kevin's blanket. I think I'll then knit myself a complementary blanket, with some, but not all, color overlap. Mine will not be squares. I may do the traditional striped blanket. Or perhaps a solid with some knit-purl texturing. Well, I've got a little time before I go to work tonight, so maybe I'll make it time to knit.