Curiosity is an Irksome Itch

On making flying leaps onto piles of fleeces and whatnot.

Curiosity is an irksome itch at times. It is one thing to appreciate, for example, a good marshmallow floating on top of a rich hot mug of cocao. It is another thing to research and then put together a pan of homemade marshmallows from scratch. For who is to say that you might not read the recipe incorrectly and instead of unflavored gelatin use beef? And can we say that those might taste…gross? So.

Years ago I had friends who were interested in knitting. Unfortunately/fortunately, I was curious enough about it to try it myself. The angst I put myself through to get my fingers to do what my mind demanded! Over time, those digits acquiesced and, sure enough, I ended up with a scarf that looked fine enough to wear, and scruffy enough to prove I had made it myself. And then, unfortunately/fortunately, knowing how to knit wasn’t enough. We all signed up at the local yarn store to have Amanda teach us all how to spin our own yarn. On our own spinning wheels. With full body (and great menta…