Wishing I Was Crafty

I must read 10 Craft Blogs every day. I look at all those projects. Heck, I even dream up the ones I would make. I read all of the instructions, word for word, like I know what I'm doing. You'd really think I was a crafter.

There are times when I even catch myself doing silly things. Like writing out lists. Of supplies I would need, if I actually made those crafts. Do you know what I mean? Lists full of fabric, zippers, jewelry supplies, and ribbon. I could fool anyone, who didn't know me better.

The reality of it is, I come from a family of crafters. Both my grandma and my mom sewed. For years and years. I'm pretty sure my mom still sews. I used to have to wear those creations, to school. I hated it! I looked like a cast member of Little House on the Prairie. No lie!

Heck, when I was a kid, I did tons of crafts. My grandma used to buy me those craft kits. You know the ones. Where you'd get a ton of supplies, and some vague instructions. I'd make earrings, pins, necklaces, whatever. I had that loop thing, were you'd make potholders, with fabric loops. All sorts of things like that.

These days, I can barely fix a broken earring. I try to fix minor wardrobe things. But let's be honest, I usually take them to the dry cleaners, or just buy something new. It's pathetic. I know. I can't even hem pants. Um, I use a stapler if they're too long. I know. That's bad! One day, I hope to be crafty. I hope to make things for my daughter. And for me.

I should probably start with something small. Crochet? Knitting? I need something simple. Something I can work on in the hospital. All I know is, I want to be a part of the Craft World. I want to be creative.