By REBECCA SPARROW
It’s fair to say that over the past four years I haven’t at any point attempted to hide my lameness. Nay, I have revelled in how uncool I am and have never shied away from outing myself as something of a loser.
There was the time I admitted to singing “Like a cheese stick, like a cheese stick” to a song that was actually called “Like a G6”. The time I admitted to not watching Mad Men (or Game of Thrones or the one about the zombies). The time I admitted to not owning a dryer. And just last week I admitted to gaining weight despite * cough * publicly pledging to lose it. Awkward.
I’m just laying the groundwork so that my most recent revelation is in context.
I have a secret desire to knit.
No, I’m serious.
I actually, seriously want to learn how to knit.
Does that make me Lamey McLamerson? Would I sound cooler if I said I wanted to learn to grow my own kale so I could roll it and smoke it?
I just like the idea of knitting. I want to be like Julia Roberts who apparently whips up jumpers and scarves and blankets while she’s sitting around on film seats
And then travel journalist Tiana Templeman posted this photo on Facebook over the weekend. Some Country Women’s Association ladies doing “live knitting” in the window of the CWA shop in Bangalow … and, well, what’s not to love?