To help secure my place in homodom, yesterday Kacy came over to teach me how to crochet.

It. Was. Not. Easy.

I felt like one of those poor schlubs on Queer Eye being taught how to dance or properly groom themselves only to look jerky in their awkward movements because styling their hair or doing the foxtrot is completely foreign to them.

To add to the challenge, it apparently doesn't help that I am left-handed and Kacy is right-handed. But she is a very patient instructor, taking her time to show me in remedial detail what I need to be doing. After diligently working on my chain, I'd show her to check my progress. "That's good," she'd say encouragingly.

"Really?" I'd say in disbelief. "It looks like something the cat spit up."

So my homework for the week is to master the basic chain stitch and single crochet. After that, the lessons can continue.