If you had told me last year about all that would happen in my 35th year of life (both in the world and also in my own personal happenings), I would have laughed at you and claimed IMPOSSIBLE!
I know I’m preaching to the choir, but 2020 has definitely been a year for all of mankind. Thinking back to January and February feels like a lifetime ago, as everything turned upside down starting in March. I’m honestly fatigued (like everyone else) by this pandemic, and am saddened by all the lives lost to it. The year may definitely go down in history books as a ‘lost’ year, and in so many ways, I am feeling that sentiment as I think about all the cancelled/postponed gatherings that had been planned with loved ones.
How I Learned Crochet and Knitting
I first picked up knitting needles in college, when a classmate taught me how to knit a scarf. I found the craft soothing once I got the hang of the knit stitch, but then quickly became bored as I just kept going back and forth, back and forth (and as most of us know, scarves are rather long…). This scarf was an on-again, off-again project for roughly 7-8 years.
Prior to moving to Denver, I finally completed this scarf and reignited my interest in knitting and met a couple of like-minded individuals who also knit. I bravely ventured into circular knitting, but double-pointed needles (DPNs) intimidated me.
Since 2008, I have digitally kept track of the number of books I’ve read annually (with the exception of 2012 and 2013 — not sure what happened those two years). From a quick glance of my “completed books” lists from the past decade, I can deduce the following about my reading habits: