I'm learning how to crochet. He he he.


This is so me in that totally awesome Mary Cassatt vibe sort of way.

And like everything I do or have (Gus, jewelry, magazines) I'm already becoming obsessive. I want to crochet everything. For now I'll settle for a scarf and an ugly afghan that I'll probably give NTF and make him keep on his bed. Even if it's horrid.

Unfortunately, living on a small Island it's hard to get any decent supplies- there's the basic craft store that recently downsized and has an OK selection of yarn but nothing special. And I totally want this metallic, pink hook that this lady was using in class on Saturday. So, when we go to NYC Miss Nobody I will be dragging your ass into the funkiest craft store I can find. Seeing as you're learning how to sew and you've been pining over that handmade journal, I doubt I'll hear too many complaints (as long as it doesn't take away from our shoe shopping, of course!)

But eventually, one day I want to open one of those awesome craft stores, like this one outside of Boston, where you can take classes, buy the coolest supplies and poke through a gallery of handmade crafts in a cozy spot similar to your own funky living room. It'll be fabulous. So, so fabulous. Ahhh... dreams.