Hobby Addict

Hello my name is Connie and I am a hobby-aholic!

Ever since my husband and I have been married my hobbies have been a bone of contention with us. I try a new hobby. What ever I get into…I love. I buy everything to do this particular hobby And that equals Cha-ching! This is not the part that he minds. What he minds is that after a short time I get sick of said hobby and move onto a new hobby—usually never to pick up old hobby again. Now mind you, I have every intention of doing said hobby until I die but new hobby comes along and...what can I say, I'm fickle.

This cycle started right after we got married. My first hobby to fall flat was latch hook rugs. I remember it well. We were on a weekend in Kansas City. He and a buddy were at a ball game…left to my own devices I wandered into a craft store and wandered out with $350.00 worth of yarn and canvas. (In 1974 that was a lot of moola.) He was not a happy camper especially when about half way into my first rug I decided the project sucked. I did make my daughter a very ugly latch hook pillow with Mickey Mouse on the front. My husband always referred to it as the $350.00 pillow. Since then so many hobbies have fallen to the way-side; some of which include, stamping, knitting, quilting, crocheting, painting & beading.

I recently found a new hobby, machine embroidery & purchased a new sewing/embroidery machine (cha ching, cha ching) and today I am taking a sewing class that will help me learn to use it. I am excited about it. And as I told my husband last night when I was packing my machine up in it’s new rolling travel case, this hobby I will be doing until I die. To which he answered, “no comment.”