The past months were quiet, literally and figuratively. While looking for a new job and being in the second lockdown since the beginning of this year, I had a lot of free time and not many places to go to. So like all of the other, seemingly hypermotivated people, I took a shot at some new hobbies.
Yes, I went the full self-development route, doing some music (or impersonating a steamboat as my neighbors called it), trying to do some online courses (with motivation increasingly lacking) and following YT tutorials on things I had always wanted to do (super-basic photo editing skills, check). But what struck me in the end, was the fact that so many things I did required a laptop and looking at a screen constantly. Something I did for hours when I was still working and also during my lockdown in China.
So I wanted to do something else. I am not much of a handicraft person, beyond the occasional origami, and feel a lot of things you make end up just cluttering your house. I have a prime example in my family who does ceramics, sewing, jewelry, painting and drawing. Still, after doing a sort of deep clean of all my stuff (goodbye 2014 instant noodles), I felt I had a bit of room to add new things.
It ended up being macrame. The rope knitting stuff that I remember from my youth as being something the elderly had in abundance.
Truth be told, once I wanted to start on some projects with basic knots, I made an unfortunate discovery. 75% of what I saw being made, I really found ugly. The standard boho/hippie look that is not my jam at all. I am all about clean and graphic work, without fringes or beads.
Nonetheless, I found it quite easy to learn most knots and I made some plant hangers. For a fake plant, because I do not have any wish to grow any plants. And although my back hurt a couple of times because I was so bent over my project, it was nice to work on something tangible and use it as well.
So I am all set for my elderly life of leisure now. I just need to hang on for like 40 more years.