I spend a lot of time in waiting rooms. A lot. I have to keep an eye on my sister, which means anything that requires my full attention is out of the question. She’ll get up and wander off if I take my eyes off of her for too long.
Knitting has been the answer. I picked it up as something to do while I was stuck in a waiting room, after someone suggested it. I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I do.
It’s a perfect fit for something like sitting in a waiting room, where I sort of have to pay attention and have to be ready to start or stop what I’m doing at a moment’s notice. It’s an easy hobby that doesn’t take up much space. Sure, you can get fancy and turn it into something challenging and expensive, but it doesn’t have to be. There’s always yarn at the church rummage sale and friends have brought me tons of yarn people have picked up for projects they ended up never doing.
It’s really relaxing to knit. The motions are automatic after a while. And it’s satisfying to complete a piece, hand it off to someone as a gift. There are so few things in my life that allow me to be creative.
At first I made scarves for my friends. Now I make things for the women’s shelter. They always appreciate hand-made things, especially baby clothes. Knitting baby booties and sweaters and hats really cheers me up, too. They’re so cute. I like knowing that all of this time isn’t going to waste, I can brighten someone’s day.