All About Me…In Memes

I’m collecting crocheting memes because I obviously have nothing better to do while on Pintrest. Okay, that’s not entirely true – although Pintrest is much like Alice’s rabbit hole. You never know where you are going to end up or what you are going to find.

The thing is, every so often we all come across that one meme that speaks to us on an almost spiritual level, because it’s so true.  As much as we laugh at them, there is so much truth in memes.

I think we can all agree with this…

…because jogging sucks and is hard on the knees. In the world of exercising jogging is at the bottom of my list. I would rather take up extreme pogo sticking.

Speaking of exercise…

It should be counted as an exercise, especially when you have to untangle yarn. That’s not only exercise for your fingers, it also exercises your patience.

This is my cat. It may be every cat…

….or this…

My cat loves laying on whatever I am working on and attacking the yarn. I’m sure he thinks he’s helping but he’s just getting cat spit on everything.

I’ve actually done this…

My family members have had to come find me and ask if I found what I was looking for and can we leave yet.

Speaking of which…

Okay, I’m not quite that bad (seriously, I’m not) but I am sure members of my family think I am.

This is me, without a doubt.

There are some things I refuse to talk to people about and one of those is politics.  I don’t take joy in debating this kind of thing and the only sport I follow is pro wrestling. It’s not that I can’t hold a conversation, I just usually don’t want to hold a conversation about what most people like talking about. My contribution when asked is “I just finished crocheting ___”.

Life with fibromyalgia can be summed up quite simply with this meme.

I’ve gotten lost going to the grocery store before, and I’ve lived in this town for years. Everyone has those absent minded moments. I’ve raised them to an art form.

Anyone else do this? Or is it just me?

Glad I’m not alone.

Again, I can’t be the only one…

…especially when something new comes out or I find a colour I didn’t know existed or I suddenly remember that I ran out of a colour.

I’m sure my doctor feels this way about me…

True story. I have had two people try to teach me to knit. I have been deemed hopeless. I have even tried teaching myself. No amount of books (I even tried one for kids), tutorials, or YouTube videos are going to help me. I lack the kind of coordination it takes to knit. Handing me knitting needles is seriously a bad idea. I become a danger to myself and everyone around me. The last time someone tried to teach me to knit, I put one of the needles through my hand. My friend took the needles and yarn away from me, handed me a bandage and declared me a menace and told me to be happy with crocheting.

If I were knitting, one of us would be bleeding (see above).

Seriously, it’s a crochet hook. I can’t hurt myself with a crochet hook (at least I haven’t figured out how to yet).

This gives me an idea.

It’s the perfect passive aggressive gift giving solution.

Wait…I thought this was a life goal…


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