Yes, this is late. Hush. Balloon boy distracted me, the little stinker.
You say crafts, and I actually shudder.
It’s not that I hate crafts, I don’t, in fact, I enjoy looking at them quite a bit, but to actually get in there and DO crafts?
And I’ve tried. There was a time period when I worked on crafts and put my work in my mother’s craft booths. My mom used to participate in Wal-Mart’s craft fair every year (they’ve since discontinued it), and I would put some of my piddly/pathetic stuff in to try and sell something.
I did worked mainly in plastic canvas – which, no offense to those of you out there that like plastic canvas, but I think is totally cheesy.
I really enjoy cross-stitching and it’s really relaxing to me, but I haven’t actually picked up any sort of cross-stitching project oh wow, five/six years?
The only reason I got into crafts at all was because of my mother. I was hoping to use that common ground to get closer to my mom and we certainly had some fun times. In fact, I remember making some Y2K bugs in 1999 when everyone was convinced that our digital age as we knew it was going to come crashing down around our ankles. (Remember the panic?!) They were made out of clay and the bugs hugged small pieces of old, smashed up motherboards within their wire arms and legs.
They sold like hot cakes in our craft booth that year. I wish I had a picture of those bugs. I probably do somewhere, but I haven’t been able to find it.
No, I’m afraid my mother is the real crafter in our family, though my sister is also really talented, especially in paints.
But that particular craft gene passed me by – I’m all thumbs when it comes to working with my hands.
The only thing I can do with my hands is type and even that is questionable at times.
I think it’s fascinating that people can create something out of nothing – that they can take random elements and somehow tie them together and make something beautiful and memorable.
Me? I’m not that literal. I prefer to string a bunch of words together and weave an imaginary world.
I wish I were crafty in the literal sense. I’m afraid my level of craftiness comes in other forms.
And that’s not necessarily a good thing.