Confessions of a Polygamist Crafter
comments (15) June 27th, 2008I’m a Jill of all trades, mistress of none. I knit, make jewelry, whip up potions, and now am starting to sew. Let’s call it CDD, or Craftenion Deficit Disorder. Or more appropriately, artdultery. As soon as I start to become really proficient, to commit to something, a new craft catches my eye and I stray.
I had a brief affair with crochet but, after an initially heady weekend, I realized it was a bad idea, at least for me.
I don’t know why I’m so resistant to something so clearly good for me. Maybe I like the bad-ass crafts. This would certainly explain why I haven’t embraced scrapbooking; it’s far too wholesome. To extrapolate what a friend once told me, scrapbooking isn’t the kind of craft you date; it’s the kind you marry. It’s the sort of craft that calls to mind sachets, potlucks, and paint-your-own-pottery parties. Lovely things all, but not quite dangerous enough for me just yet.
Knitting is another story. I’ve had a torrid l’affaire d’amour with it since I was swept off my feet during a memorable Thanksgiving a decade ago. I snuck away from my friends during that weekend on Orcas Island and rendez-voused with a local yarn during the wee hours of the morning.
And while some might consider knitting to be a safe, dependable craft you can bring home to mother, I find it mad sexy. Two male friends of mine once told me to put my needles away because an eligible guy was coming over and knitting was so not hot. I thought, “Wha wha WHAT??” Knitting is dangerously seductive, both to me and my gentleman callers; just think about my nimble fingers, if you're skeptical.
I had a serious crush on jewelry-making in my early twenties and to this day, whenever I need to ratchet up my cool factor, I return to it. Frankly, I like being seen with it. It’s hip, good-looking, everything I aspire to be (even by association). But jewelry design is not just another pretty craft; it has a hidden depth and sentimentality. For instance, after a long romantic evening with my grandma’s deconstructed jewelry, I emerged with a gorgeous crystal necklace that prominently featured her watch.
Even when I am in a committed relationship with a craft, I get the urge to stray, more often than I’d like. When I hit a craft show, like Portland’s Crafty Wonderland or Seattle’s I Heart Rummage, I dump my current craft quicker than Paris Hilton can swap out a designer handbag and I chase after a new project.
“Ooh, resin!”
“Look what I can do with Scrabble tiles!”
“Gosh, these business-card holders are super-cute; maybe I should start developing a checkbook cover line.”
Then I remember the 11th commandment and I check myself. Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s craft. Okay, fine. I’ll go back to my knitting and my other crafty paramours. But until I get the fever for the flavor of a new craft, you better believe that I shall buy my neighbor’s craft.
Do you stray from your beloved, or is it just me? How do you manage to stay true blue to your craft?






























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jewelry
Ceramics
repurposing/recycling/upcycling
upholstery
paper crafts
I pretty much embellish everything...
Oh and my new love... photography!
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