Big week. I learned to crochet. This is the second yarn-related skill have acquired during my time in Armenia and could be my last, unless I find someone who knows how to macramÈ plant holders. Those things are really cool.

Anyway, I’ve been crocheting something white and formless. Like a cloud, it’s open to interpretation just what it is. Fluffy bunny? Baby bootie? Fart in a mitten?

My teacher is a nice lady named Hasmik. She crochets so quickly I get dizzy watching the needle. Or maybe my swimming head is having trouble with all the new Armenian vocabulary needed to learn crochet: ornament, ring, chain, needle, you-twit-not-like-that.

I made up that last part. She’d never call me a twit, because she’s very nice. And even if she did, I’d never know. I don’t know the word for twit.

-m