Friday, 2 October 2009

I Blame The Parents

This meme was passed on by JJ. I have to list five of my obsessions, so here goes. They are in chronological order and, to my surprise, I can trace them all back to my parents.

1. Reading. My mother taught me to read when I was three years old. Her teaching method may have been slightly unorthodox - I remember a lot of bribery involving ice lollies - but it worked, and I don't think a day has gone past since then without me reading something, if only street signs and packaging. But mostly it's been books.

2. Writing. I began to write at school, with lots of supervised practice and encouragement at home, and have been doing it ever since. Learning to type was a bonus (thanks, Mum - again!) because I can write three times as fast with a keyboard as I can with a pen.

3. Cooking. My father is a keen cook, I often wanted to help, and he was usually willing to let me have a go. I remember the excitement of preparing a whole family meal by myself for the first time, I think I was 12 or 13. I love cooking, especially for other people, although I will also cook proper meals for myself when I'm alone (a habit I got into when I lived on my own). I'd write a cookbook if there weren't so many already.

4. Keeping fit. As a child, my mother taught me to swim, my father taught me to play tennis, and they both infected me with the walking bug. I hated PE at school, but started doing yoga seriously when I was 16 or 17, then swam regularly in my early 20s until I developed an allergy to chlorine. I played tennis (badly) and badminton (well) until I slipped a disc in my back and was banned from racquet sports. You might think all these mishaps would have put me off, but no: the doctor advised me to take up weight training which, to my surprise, I loved, and have done regularly for the last 20 years. I am by no means super-fit, and there are times when my exercise programme has had to be shelved for a while - the last year of my PhD; while I was suffering from huge fibroids and then recovering from the consequent hysterectomy - but I always come back to regular exercise because it makes me feel better about everything.

5. Crochet. My mother was a keen knitter and dressmaker, my father a rug-maker and embroiderer. I have dabbled in all four but crochet is my newest obsession, it's only been with me for a few weeks and look:


I think most people have done this meme now, but if you fancy having a go, please help yourself!

7 comments:

HelenMHunt said...

I love your crocheted squares - so pretty. And your parents sound fab.

Pat said...

You photography is good. A question that leaps to mind; do you type straight away or do it in longhand first?
I have found it a help to type immediately - especially as I now can't read my writing although I do scribble notes when away from a computer.

Carol said...

Gosh, I am most impressed that 'keeping fit' features in your top five obsessions!! I've still to find a form of exercise that I don't completely and utterly hate!! (I do like walking but not if it involved big hills!!)

I love reading and cooking too!! Cooking is a relatively new love...I discovered I really enjoyed it when I was in my mid 20's.

Your squares look fab!! You've managed to do a lot...brill colours :-)

C x

JJ Beattie said...

Oh Queenie, totally gorgeous squares. With you on the reading, and writing, I'll take knitting over crochet (I just can't see where the hook goes in again.) But I obsess about ways to avoid cooking and exercising... Wish I didn't, they'd go so well together.

Brilliant answers.

Debs said...

I love your obsessions, and your parents sound wonderful.

Great squares too.

hilaryusfun said...

Your blanket will be lovely - purple is always good. And unsurprisingly we have several similar interests - except exercise, of course.... ;)

Queenie said...

Thanks, everyone.
Helen and Debs, my parents are indeed fab.
Pat, I type straight away, and am entirely keyboard-dependent - if I have to write anything longer than a cheque or a birthday card with a pen, my whole hand seizes up.
Hilary, LOL!!