It was knitting club again today. Well, knitting club is more of a codename for My Covert Operation To Lure Other People’s Children Over To The Dark Side of Crafting, as some of us have already branched out into sewing clothing for meerkats (I really wish I’d remembered to photograph that meerkat, but you’re going to have to wait until next week for that…)
I am charmed by their enthusiasm. I appreciate it’s partly the novelty, but how can you not be blown away when kids declare, “I just want to do this all afternoon!” and, “Can I take my knitting home? I get so bored watching TV…”
I was intrigued – surely if you are bored watching TV, you just go and do something else less boring instead (who else is old enough to remember that strange, and slightly ironic, Why Don’t You? show full of peculiar Scouse children?) So I started asking a few questions, about whether they made things, or their parents made things, or just what they did at home. Apparently everyone is so busy, they have no time to make things.
[Great big disclaimer here: I really do not think I have some perfect family life- I can do dysfunctional and neglectful as well as anyone, thank you- or that everyone should live surrounded by yarn, but people single us out as being different because we are making/doing, and I’ve decided I am never going to understand the people who say they would love to do x, y or z (knit/read/make jam/ run Scouts/ Guides), if only they had time, because what is it they are doing instead? Presumably cleaning the bath… MUST. CLEAN. THE. BATH. RIGHTNOWIMMEDIATELY.]
So after school, I watched to see what my children got up to. We were having a fairly ‘busy’ day. I picked up the boy from school. We occupied ourselves on the way home by saying hello in different languages. Luckily, it’s a very short journey, as we’d exhausted our linguistic talents by the time we got home.
As I am a lazy bad mother, I came up with the genius idea of making him cook the bolognese for tea, so I could get on with
My Terribly Busy Life some more of Small Girl’s quilt before she got in. I was quietly proud of this cunning plan, let me tell you…
Then I went out again to collect Small Girl. We sang Christmas carols on the way home, which developed into an urgent need to play the recorder extremely badly as soon as she got in the house. I crocheted a quick square as distraction from a phone call which was threatening my mental equilibrium (Pack Holiday… meh…) Then I went off to collect Big Girl and friends. We got home, and as we walked in, That Boy and his dad left for Scouts (I said it was a busy day…) I was hoping things might calm down after tea, but no, the girls were overwhelmed by the uncontrollable urge to make cakes and pipe icing everywhere…
Finally, once everybody was home and had stopped icing things, I read them a couple more chapters of Arthur Ransome (apparently, there are also people who Do Not Have Time For Bedtime Stories- no, I don’t get it, either…) As I read, there was one child knitting, one drawing, and one making a friendship bracelet out of a piece of string that she’d found in her pocket…
I should state for posterity that I had fully intended to spend this evening being Very Busy Indeed with assessment files, but regrettably I got sidetracked by really important stuff like blogging about how busy I am, and crocheting more squares… and I still haven’t cleaned the bath, dammit.