I’ve talked here before about how I am a constant fiddler. I fiddle with Lego, random bits of plastic, bits of paper, the edge of my dress, the cat’s ears or, if desperate, my hair. I fiddle when I’m working, walking, reading, waiting and watching TV.
At the moment I am in fiddle heaven thanks to the discovery of my children of the latest craze: loom bands. I’m amazed they resisted for so long. But now they are hooked. So now our house is full of tiny colourful rubber bands.
Currently I have three of their loom bands around my index finger on my right hand which I call upon to fiddle with when bored or nervous. They are perfect for fiddling. They are portable. I don’t need pockets to transport them. They are light. They are unobtrusive. They don’t look too strange (strangers might think I am wearing a colourful ring?). They win over Lego on so many levels.
I can twang them, twist them, roll them up and down my finger and swap them between fingers. I can flick them, pick them up, move them between hands, twist them around pens and chew them. The fiddle potential is endless.
The only thing I don’t do with them is make bracelets or cauliflowers, or something useful…
…such as dresses I can sell on eBay for thousands of pounds.