Bethany informed me that all my new free time means I need a new hobby. Apparently, my increased reading does not impress her. Instead, she informed me that I should show up to Hobby Lobby after her shift so she could find something for me to do.
The thing is, I’ve tried most crafty hobbies. Years ago. Walking through Hobby Lobby went something like this…
“Knitting? Aunt tried to teach me that when I was 9.”
“Hair-pin-lace? Another aunt tried to teach me that when I was 11.”
“Crochet? Tried that when I was 15.”
“Cross-stitch? I think I did that when I was 10. Grandma bought me a kit.”
“Sewing? Oh, yeah, Grandma taught me how to sew a skirt and use a sewing machine. Was that freshman year?”
“Scrap booking? Oh, yeah. I tried that after my first summer camp. Probably still in parents’ craft supply box somewhere.”
“Adult coloring books? I’ve got a lot of those.”
So, finally, I told Bethany: I’m willing to relearn anything. I’ll invest in it. Pick a hobby and we’ll work on it together over the next few weeks. I imagined us knitting cute blankets, or sewing PJ pants, or painting wooden boxes or something.
Bethany decided we should hand-sew stuffed animals.
A few dismal attempts to sew dolls out of fabric scraps and socks came to mind, but I shoved it down and said I’d give it a try. She then dismissed the needs for patterns or actual structure. When I found a pattern I liked online, she eyeballed it and sketched something for me to cut out.
Not shockingly, this did not work.
But honestly, I’ll blame my own skills for the rest. It was supposed to be a chick. Then I tried to make it an owl.
And it kind of just turned into a demented pigeon.
I do not really foresee this hobby taking off.