...until Home Depot craft day!
It shouldn't be that exciting to me. It's a big, soulless chain store that has nudged billions of cute little mom-and-pop shops out of business, it's loud, it's pre-fab crafts that we'll keep for a few weeks and then throw out. Reality is so annoying, sometimes.
Because the craft just delights some small part of me. It's cute. I get to play with tools. I look competent in front of the condescending grandfathers who can't believe a female knows a hammer from a pneumatic drill. And it's free.
Have I ever mentioned that my favorite word in the whole wide world is "free"? I'm a sucker for free stuff. I'll give blood for a cup of chowder, I'll cross a crowded mall to get a sample of Chinese food, I'll drink a horrifying rum-citrus-concoction in Paris just to get a free t-shirt. So a free craft, in which hammers and nails are involved, and a morning's entertainment? Sign me up.
My husband is less enthused. He's on the impulsive side, and finds instruction booklets to be beneath him. And then Ye Olde Competitive Streak starts to shine through, because his lovely, elegant and delicate (snort) wife is creating a recognizable train/boat/napkin holder/nuclear reactor, while he has something vaguely resembling a squid. And he gets pale, and fire spurts out his ears, and small children run away whimpering.
I just love craft day.
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