If Bein’ Crafty Is Wrong, I Don’t Wanna Be Right
Tuesday, June 24th, 2008I grew up in an artsy-craftsy kind of family.
My grandfather was a commercial watercolor painter. My mother turned her love of quilting into a highly successful career. My grandma threw pots on the potter’s wheel for fun, and while other kids were playing video games, my two sisters and I were knee-deep in Elmer’s glue and sequins.
As I grew up, my interests changed slightly. I spent less time painting and more time writing plays, though in every theatre class I took in college, I was doodling designs for Banquo puppets in the margins of my notes. My roommate and I would craft handmade costumes and props, mostly for financial reasons (hint: it’s a lot cheaper to make a paper mache mask than to buy one.)
As an independent city gal, I’ve found ways to use my crafty-ness in the home, too. Now, I’m not a doily-loving, macrame-kleenex-box kind of crafter. I’m more of a let’s-reupholster-this-thrift-store-chair-with-velveteen kind of crafter. Either way, my early immersion into DIY has stood me in good stead as in every apartment I’ve inhabited.
And now, a few months from my wedding, my crafty background is helping out here, too. My save the date cards were handmade and I intend to create personalized gifts for all my bridesmaids, too. It wasn’t always easy to be a crafty kid: some of those video game players thought my puff-painted sneakers were pretty lame. But in life, there are countless opportunities to create and I’ve always found myself ready, hot glue gun in hand.
- Mary K. Fons


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