My name is C and I am an addict. No really, it’s a long time problem I’ve had since high school. Basically ever since I had disposable income I’ve been addicted to crafts. Growing up my mom made dresses twice a year, she even made my prom dresses, so sewing was one of the first crafts I learned.
My next obsession was beads, I had two large storage tubs of beads and wire and findings under my bed through all four years of college. It was really good when I became an RA because I could spread my crafty stuff out all over the rug and not feel like I needed to clean it up to placate a roomate’s sense of cleanliness.
By the time I was done with college I’d also picked up glass blowing, polymer clay, metal smithing (not too portable) in addition to the beads and sewing machine.
After I graduated I did a little temp work and finally got my first job, I had more money to devote to buying the new crafty things. I remember even at the time thinking that I was working just to provide money for my ‘habit’. Showing a lot of restraint I managed to save up some money to buy my condo.
And in the condo… yup a whole second bedroom for crafts. Now I had the leaning towers of fabric, an old desk full of beads, a small glass blowing torch. I found that every few months I was done with one type of crafting and needed to move on to something else because I got bored really easily. I still look back fondly on the couch cover I made for my 70s style rounded couch – it was a hot pink dream. I converted shower curtains into window curtains. You may have seen the trend of painting empty picture frames and arranging them on the wall – I think I started that trend.
well – maybe I saw it in a magazine
So there is me with my hot pink couch, red picture frame wall, pink curtains and huge tv. And a room full of crafts. My mother and I have joked that the ‘one who dies with the most wins’, I am in the running.
Now, with two babies and this bizarre lifestyle I’ve had to seriously evaluate my addiction. My lifestyle is such that as we move from place to place – we’ve moved 4 times in the last 2 years – I really can’t have all my stuff, it’s a weight allowence kind of thing. The whole family gets 600 lbs plus airline luggage. Cutting down on the crafts became really REAL to me when I had to decide between boxes of fabric and Fimo and my winter coat.
Now I’m trying to be more frugal. I feel like I am cheap… and getting cheaper all the time. But sometimes I still dream of going to Michaels or Dick Blick and filling the cart. My reality check – crafting equals nakedness. I like clothes, I like my winter coat and so for now – no more trips to Michaels.