Crafty

I was cleaning out my room the other day and came across some crafting supplies from my youth. Bags of brightly colored loops and a metal peg loom. What? You don't know what I'm talking about. This is what I mean:

I think you can make lots of things with it. But I only make pot-holders. OK, so I don't think you can make lots of things. The pinnacle might be a bath mat but that's essentially a bunch of pot-holders tied together. I've made so many pot-holders with this thing. I know my mom has some (and she actually uses them sometimes, I know this because they have food stains on them) and maybe my sisters do too. I'm not sure about that though; I'll make some for them this week. I gave a couple to John because he has no pot-holders or oven mitts. He doesn't seem to use them though.
Anyway, the point is making these things is weirdly fun. Monotonous but a little bit creative. OK, not creative so much as constructive. I know it's not needlepoint or quilting or anything that requires skill but at least I'm making something. Perhaps one day I'll really learn how to sew or knit. That'll be in 50 years when I have absolutely nothing else to do.

In case you want to buy your own: