Thoughts on craftiness
Dec. 5th, 2012 05:11 pmI am a crafter. I am a compulsive crafter.
If I am not writing, I am crafting because my hands can't stand being still. And because it's better than chewing my nails and cuticles or fidgiting.
I tend to assume everyone is quite capable of everything I do. It's only been recently that I've learned this assumption is because I grew up in a family of crafters much more skilled and polymathic than I.
My maternal great-grandmother was a quilter and embroiderer. She also played the organ.
My maternal grandmother sewed and painted. She taught painting for years and years. Decopauge, wood-carving, papier-mache crafts and some sculpting also came into it. Her sisters embroidered and did counted cross-stitch. (my aunts lived in CA, and we didn't see much of them)
My maternal grandfather was a leather worker, a carpenter, and toyed with glass art.
My paternal grandmother played piano, she taught piano, and was a quilter and crocheter.
My paternal grandfather was a carpenter, woodcarver and pyrographer.
My mother played piano and flute, sews, knits, paints, crochets, embroiders, cross-stitches, quilts, scrapbooks and makes porcelain dolls. I have never seen her fail at any craft.
My sister sews at a level I will never attain.
Me, I crochet. I have no musical skill. I knit slowly and badly. I do counted cross-stitch and embroider. I used to sew, when I had a machine. (In my heyday, I had an SCA garb shop) I do a little woodwork and pyrography, but the wood doesn't love me like it did my grandfathers. I've done some jewelry work and milinary. (considering taking it back up)
And I know that most people don't appreciate the time and effort crochet take, unless they're crocheters who can make it themselves.
And this is why I tend to be insecure about my handcrafts.
If I am not writing, I am crafting because my hands can't stand being still. And because it's better than chewing my nails and cuticles or fidgiting.
I tend to assume everyone is quite capable of everything I do. It's only been recently that I've learned this assumption is because I grew up in a family of crafters much more skilled and polymathic than I.
My maternal great-grandmother was a quilter and embroiderer. She also played the organ.
My maternal grandmother sewed and painted. She taught painting for years and years. Decopauge, wood-carving, papier-mache crafts and some sculpting also came into it. Her sisters embroidered and did counted cross-stitch. (my aunts lived in CA, and we didn't see much of them)
My maternal grandfather was a leather worker, a carpenter, and toyed with glass art.
My paternal grandmother played piano, she taught piano, and was a quilter and crocheter.
My paternal grandfather was a carpenter, woodcarver and pyrographer.
My mother played piano and flute, sews, knits, paints, crochets, embroiders, cross-stitches, quilts, scrapbooks and makes porcelain dolls. I have never seen her fail at any craft.
My sister sews at a level I will never attain.
Me, I crochet. I have no musical skill. I knit slowly and badly. I do counted cross-stitch and embroider. I used to sew, when I had a machine. (In my heyday, I had an SCA garb shop) I do a little woodwork and pyrography, but the wood doesn't love me like it did my grandfathers. I've done some jewelry work and milinary. (considering taking it back up)
And I know that most people don't appreciate the time and effort crochet take, unless they're crocheters who can make it themselves.
And this is why I tend to be insecure about my handcrafts.
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Date: 2012-12-28 05:23 am (UTC)On the upside, this means I can clear out some clutter. 8-) Speaking of which, I've got six skeins of Lionheart Homespun yarn in various shades of purple -- you want?