I can’t sit still. I can’t. I can’t sit and do nothing. not even if the nothing I’m doing is watching television. I can’t just sit. It’s impossible.
So I sit and do. I do something, anything. Which is why I crochet my fingers to the bone. There is only so much thinking I can accomplish in a day before I am sure my head will just explode.
A lady at church offered to make my girls some crocheted pony tail holders, I’m not sure if she was subtly trying to tell me something. She made one for each girl and as soon as she was out of eyesight I was taking it apart to see how she made it.
Then I bought the pony tail holders and fun yarn and made a whole bunch myself. I just cleaned out my yarn basket and there they all were. I’m sure they multiplied like rabbits.