It has been weeks since I’ve done Writer’s Workshop, but I’m trying to join in when I’m particularly inspired. This week, Prompt 1 spoke to me: Tell the story of trying to learn a new talent or hobby that you only pursued briefly. (inspired by writingfix.com)
The list of hobbies and talents that I have tried and quit are much longer than the ones I stuck with. In fact, you could argue that one of my hobbies is trying hobbies and then quitting them (usually after an annoyingly large expenditure of money on materials). It is one of the (many) things about me that annoys Mr. Jenners. Here is a (probably incomplete) list of hobbies I’ve taken up … only to put down within days or weeks.
- Knitting — lasted two weeks total. I had my grandmother teach me to knit three different times, and it didn’t stick any of those times. I managed to complete a hat that had several large holes in it. The yarn I used was a rather unfortunate choice of turquoise and army green mixed together. Really awful. End Result: Ugly, holey hat
- Scrapbooking — lasted one month. After my son was born, I decided (out of the blue) that I would be a scrapbooker and document his life in a series of charming and creative scrapbooks. I invested a rather large sum of money in pricey scrapbooking stuff (including a little machine that lets you cut out your own letters). I created exactly three scrapbooks. My son’s scrapbook only goes to four months before being abandoned. End Result: Three scrapbooks (two for vacations and an unfinished one documenting my son’s first year of life … minus 6 months)
- Cross-stitching — lasted one week. For unknown reasons, I randomly decided to try my hand at cross-stitching (the counted kind and the non-counted kind). Both were utter failures as I grew confused (counting kind), got bored, and poked my finger too much. End Result: Two unfinished cross-stitches
- Punch Needle — lasted one week. After the failure of cross-stitching, I decided to try the punch needle, which looked easier and less painful. One agonizing week later, my punch needle career drew to a close. End Result: The punch needle project below, which I had the gall to give to my sister-in-law as a birthday present. Just what everyone wants—a shoddy homemade craft!
- Quilting — lasted one day. I adore homemade quilts and seeing the quilts that people make themselves. So I decided I would give quilting a try. I got a book on quilting for beginners. After paging through it, I decided that quilting was beyond me. End Result: One book on quilting
- Sewing — still appears sporadically. In a fit of insanity, I decided I would learn to sew with the goals of sewing clothes for my son. (Are you just dying laughing at this hubris!?) Mr. Jenners allowed me to purchase a (cheap) sewing machine. (He was learning at this point.) My first project was pillowcases, which actually came out OK. So I made another set. I got brave and bought a kit to make a book for my son out of fabric. It came out somewhat OK, although it highlighted my inability to sew in a straight line. I got a pattern to make shorts for my son. It was too confusing. Since then, I limit my sewing to (poorly) hemming pants. Also, it still takes me at least 45 minutes to thread the sewing machine each time I use it. (For the life of me, I cannot raise the bobbin thread.) End Result: Four pillowcases, a fabric book and some (shoddily) hemmed pants
- Ribbon Craft — 45 minutes. I saw a craft in one of those magazines that Lowes sends out that seemed so easy. It involved gluing ribbons around a little flower-pot to decorate it. End Result: See below. It looks like a monkey made it.
- Gardening — one year. When we moved into our house, I decided I would plant a perennial garden in the front. I spent almost $250 on plants. The garden bloomed and looked nice the first year. The second year, everything grew back but 10x bigger. Things got out of control and unruly. The third year, I was pulling stuff out left and right. The fourth year, I grew tired of the garden and its wild unruliness. I still haven’t done anything about it except for pull most of the plants that were driving me crazy. End Result: A poorly maintained perennial garden that aggravates me whenever I see it but that won’t die
- Container Gardening — one season. Last year, I decided to try growing tomatoes and strawberries in containers on the back deck. End Result: 6 cherry tomatoes
- Writing Children’s Books — 1 hour. With my mom’s encouragement, I got all riled up about writing (and illustrating, despite a lack of drawing ability) children’s books. End Result: I got a book on writing children’s books
- Organic Dog Food Biscuit Company — 45 minutes. A lady who ran her own organic dog food biscuit company inspired me to create one of my own. I was all set on doing it and even Googled some recipes before realizing I didn’t feel like baking 100s of dog biscuits on a regular basis. End Result: One organic dog food biscuit recipe printed from the web
- Web Design — two weeks. I decided I would teach myself web design and start a web design company for little companies who have crappy web sites. I bought a program (Microsoft Expression) and a book to teach it to me. I got through two weeks of lessons before losing interest. End Result: Wherever I got in the two weeks of lessons
I’m sure I’m forgetting some of my forays into various hobbies. (And, no, Mr. Jenners, I don’t need you to remind me of them.) In the end, the only two hobbies that have lasted any length of time are reading (lifelong) and blogging (3+ years now). But you know, I’ve been thinking at trying my hand at mosaics…