Part of the reason I first started this blog is because I feel a bit like a throwback sometimes. I'm not a housewife or a full-time mother - I work full-time in an office setting and my husband and I don't have any kids - but I tend to find myself drawn toward pastimes that seem to have faded from modern view.
When I was about 8, my mother taught me how to cross-stitch. This was primarily to give me something to do because I was driving her nuts - I was a bit of an energetic kid, what can I say? I learned patience and attention to detail with that first coaster, and I was hooked. Around the same time, my mother taught me how to crochet. It took a little longer for me to grow truly enamored of that one, at least in part because of same nasty yarn knots, but I did.
Now, I know that most children learn some kinds of crafts when parents, teachers, or camp counselors are trying to find a way to make them focus. The thing that I've noticed from a lot of people is that, as they get older, they lose the patience and the desire to work on those kinds of crafts. For some reason, I never really "grew up" like that.
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