The other day a friend described another as a serial monogamist. This of course means that while there is commitment, there is monogamy. The commitment is short-lived; once done, another must be sought.
I have thought about this at length, and conclude I am a serial hobbyist. This suits both my OCD and ADD tendencies. It satisfies my need for constant change and challenge, allowing me to channel those yearnings in a safe and interesting manner.
I have several hobbies, each forming a part of my repertoire. Unlike the serial monogamist, I return to the former love eagerly, diving in passionately, and eventually return to the surface happy and spent. I tell my husband that these hobbies keep me out of trouble, as we all know that idle hands are the Devil’s workshop. And I like to suppose that he gains a bit of vicarious stimulation along the way.
For example, in sewing I have produced numerous pillow covers, curtains, and dog beds. The throw pillows in the living room are my handiwork, as is the seat cover of the desk chair on which I am currently perched. And this year I made my own New Year’s cards (eschewing the typical Christmas card) using rubber stamps, embossing powder and card stock.
My current project is slightly more ambitious: converting an old fireplace insert into an outdoor fireplace. A friend found the thing on the street, affixed with a sticker reading FREE, and offered to pick up and deliver. Ever interested in something a bit different, I agreed and the behemoth now sits in my backyard driveway. This morning I washed then scrubbed it with some steel wool. I purchased some heat-resistant black spray paint, and briefly considered buying red to create contrast when I recalled the stack of unused slate tiles neatly stored in the yard. My dad gave me one of his tile cutters a couple of years ago, and as I have a vague understanding of how the machine works I shall give it a whirl.
To ensure that I remain motivated and on track, I have decided to post the project progress periodically. Besides, it will be fun for me to see the transformation over time from a plain metal contraption to a useful bit of garden ephemera.