Hobbies

This week we have the National Model Railroad Association in the hotel. It's interesting to see these old guys get excited over building teeny-tiny model trains. They're here for two weeks and half the time they sit in groups building their models and the rest of the time traveling around Southern California, finding real trains to study and later build.

As much as I love photography, there's something about a hobby where you actually create something that interests me. Like, I've always wanted to take up quilting. I would love to quilt my child's first blanket. It's a rather strong want, so much so that I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to accept a baby blanket from anyone else. Is this strange? What if I never get around to learning how to quilt (or, at the very least, knit!) and my child grows up blanket-less?

Although, on the flip side, there's something about my photos and them not taking up any space, except on my hard drive, which makes me happy I don't have one more thing to worry about finding a place for. I know this makes Hubs happy, too. We have enough crap.

I've also realized over time that I am a collector at heart, but the only thing I've ever managed to collect are Disney movies. Everything else I've ever held an interest in just never panned out. Again, it's probably for the best. It'd probably end up in a garage sale one day and I have vowed to never hold another garage sale again. Unless it's in December. And I have my own garage.

I suppose if I had a garage I'd have a place to hold all my crap.