People in this town are so goddamn crafty. It seems like everyone I know sews, knits, crochets, or is into some kind of "fiber craft." It's starting to piss me off. Tata has tried to teach me on more than one occassion. I don't like it. I don't get it. You can't knit and hold a cocktail.
Here, you see people knitting while waiting for the bus, while watching a movie, while hiking and eating gorp. (Just kidding. Sorta.)
You can't go into a coffee shop in Portland without tripping over skeins of yarn. There are even cafes here that cater to knitters like this one.
You can spot plenty of people around town wearing homemade hats, scarves, shrugs, and sweaters. You can just tell.
Hippienanny wants to take a class to learn how to knit.
People want to raise assorted farm animals themselves to be able to have an abundant supply of hair for yarn.
And forget the Stitch, just bring on the Bitch. I could probably school everyone on the fine art of "bitch craft." I've already passed some of my bitchery skills on to my toddler and I didn't even have to sit her down for lessons.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh!
Okay. I admit it. I'm jealous.
