DON'T LAUGH AT ME.
Seriously. I want to learn to weave baskets.
So I said to myself the other day, Self, what's the one thing you made fun of all through college? What? What's that one thing?
Self answered, Cheerleaders?
No, no, no. That was high school. Think college. One thing.
The little guy who thought he was a dog and came on to every girl at least a foot taller than he was?
Self, you're not thinking straight. Think HARDER. It was an imaginary course at school. Everyone made fun of it.
Ohhhhh. You mean Underwater Basket Weaving, don't you?
Good, self! You deserve a cookie! (Where are those cookies? You'll have to settle for some leftover Halloween candy, I'm afraid. Wait. The Hunny ate it all while I worked this weekend. Dang it! Will a piece of toast do?)
Self is easy. Self thought a piece of toast would be divine.
So yeah. I want to learn to weave baskets. Really. I want to learn to do them quickly and well and sell them. So I'm going to take a class. Know who else is going to help me? Not Self. I think we've established that Self is pretty useless. This lady, Nancy. Her videos are phenomenal. I squishy heart her and I haven't even started weaving. Check her out:
Do you think I can do it? Do you? I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. So I will. And I'll show you my progress as I go.
Until I write again.