At this moment, I am siting in a Holiday Inn in the greater Atlanta area. I always feel like I am coming home when we visit here. It seems odd that we have now lived away from Atlanta longer than we lived in Atlanta, but I still feel like this is our “home.” I know it seems weird. This time in, I tried to fight that feeling by crocheting. (More on that later.) But it is something I cannot avoid. Why are we here? Well, friends of ours are getting married today and The Pastor is performing the ceremony. I think it is fun for him to be able to be of use to family & friends this way. He did a wedding last weekend as well. It was in big ole’ Jackson, Mississippi. The Pastor is good at the wedding thing, and funerals. He just seems so natural doing it. Plus he’s handsome. I mean, people like good wedding pictures, so it helps to have such a good looking preacher.
I think I got a crafty gene or something. My mom is a craftsy person. She can make the simplest thing into something beautiful. I must get my crafty gene from her. When I was a kid she used to do this rag crocheting thing. She made baskets and rugs. I would love to know how to do that. I learned then how to crochet. However, since then I had forgotten all except how to make the initial chain. Sad, I know. So, last week I picked up my copy of The Complete Idiots Guide to Knitting and Crocheting and learned to crochet. I am currently working on an afgan. It is a little country looking, but that is what pastor’s wives are supposed to be, right? Maybe if it isn’t a complete failure I’ll post pictures of it when I’m done. (a long, long time from now.)