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#52Stories Project: Dabbling in Hobbies


I have a love-hate relationship with craft stores.  I don't consider myself particularly skilled in arts and crafts, yet I simultaneously hold a "I could do that!" attitude.  That makes entering a craft store a dangerous thing.  I might go in looking for one simple item, like glue, and come out with supplies and dreams of completing scrapbooks for each of my children, quilting the cutest baby quilt, sewing pillowcases, and knitting or crocheting (or both!) blankets. Far too often, the supplies join the stash and the dreams take backstage to whatever thing is more urgent at the time.   

This week's #52Stories project questions are:  "Do you like to dabble in lots of different hobbies?  If so, what are they?" 

The answer to that first question is a resounding YES!  In fact, my very first blog post ever was titled, "I'm a Dabble Blogger!" Although this blog has evolved over the years, the dabbling part remains the same.  I enjoy many different hobbies, but spend very little time on most of them.  I do enjoy cooking, baking, gardening, reading, family history research, blogging, playing the piano, running, traveling, sewing, knitting, photography, dogs and other hobbies that I'm sure I'm forgetting at the moment.  My level of involvement in each of them fluctuates, though.  I can't even remember the last time I knitted, for example, but I've done family history research several times over the past week.  I've been blogging for 6 years (!) now, with ebbs and flows in frequency, but I think I've written at least weekly over that time.  

If you can forgive the double-negative, I just can't imagine not having hobbies.  I don't understand boredom, because there are so many projects to try and do.  I will need lots more time to master any of my hobbies, but I enjoy learning new things. 

What about you?  Do you have lots of hobbies, or are you loyal to just a few? 




Thanks for hobbies.



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  1. Like you, I love to learn and have tried numerous crafts. I knit and sew on a regular basis, and twine rugs infrequently.

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    1. You are one of the most dedicated knitters and seamstresses I know!

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  2. Like you, boredom is not a word in my vocabulary. There are always far more projects in mind than I will ever find the time or energy to do. I just recently took up crochet again after several years, and I'm actually nearing completion of a Spring wreath. I'd love to start a new afghan, but that's a BIG project to complete! I love to bake and do cross-stitch, and read, and of course write! Like you, I also have boxes of craft supplies for "someday" projects and Hobby Lobby is a dangerous place to go shopping. :-))

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    1. I've seen photos of your wreath--very nice!

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