Yesterday, I wrote about a word that really bothered me. In Strange is as Strange Does, I mentioned how one simple word got under my skin. Since that day, I am embracing the word, but still believe that it should be cautiously used.
We are each unique individuals. The items that make us who we are and may seem “strange” to one person, is likely what attracts us to our friends. Over twenty-five years ago, I learned this hobby:
Let me tell you, knitting as an elementary school child was not and likely is not popular. It was probably considered strange by some. Still, each summer my friend J and I would sit outside after playing and knit. I would also knit with my Aunt T and Nana. It was nice to have a hobby that others I knew had. Knitting would be something that I would pick up from time to time. That was until JSL was born and it really stuck with me. For five years now, I have made countless washcloths, scarves, blankets, and more. Yes, even Clumsy and Snowflake have been recipients of my knitting.
Although knitting is more accepted these days, people still look at you a bit when you pull out a bag and work on something in public. It just is not as socially acceptable as, say, reading a book while in a waiting room, standing outside of school, or at the library. The reality is I do not care. I knit when I want to, what I want to, and because I want to. That’s the beauty of who we are, we do things that have meaning to us and make us happy inside and out.
So my question to you this week:
What hobby do you have that others may look at and consider a bit different or perhaps strange, but it makes you happy?
Thanks to Kailani at An Island Life for starting this fun for Friday. Please be sure to head over to her blog to say hello and sign the linky there if you are participating.