As an adult, there are a million things that I think back on from childhood and realize how absolutely bizarre the experience was. Everyone does this. In sixth grade, a squirrel ran loose in the school hallways. The problem was quickly taken care of when the principal took the shotgun out from his office and shot it. In the school hallway. HAD A GUN IN HIS OFFICE.

And somehow that wasn’t weird to me until now.

Here’s another super weird thing from childhood: One of my very favorite tv show that I loved watching during the summer as a child was Interior Motives with Christopher Lowell. I mean, I could have watched Nickelodeon, or just, you know, played outside like a normal child. But no. I had to watch some show about interior design. I loved it. I replicated the craft projects and learned how to sketch out how I wanted to remodel a room. I was 9 and totally weird.

Do you know what I didn’t realize was weird until now?

That my favorite show as a 9 year old was all about the interior design talents of the most flamboyantly gay man on television in the 90s that liked to cross-dress during the intro to every single episode. (Note: I grew up in a conservative household.)

Nope. Not weird at all.

Somehow I was a child that watched both Rush Limbaugh during breakfast one year, and Christopher Lowell before lunch the next summer. Oh, so that’s why I ended up in counseling thirteen years later. It’s all starting to make sense now.

The biggest thing I learned, though, from dear Christopher Lowell, was how to craft. I crafted all day every day. I was a crafting machine. I was a child prodigy with the glue gun. Later, this all paid off when I won $1,000 for my portrait paintings in high school. I owe it all to dear Christopher.

But now at 24, I do not craft. Crafting is the very VERY last thing I want to do with my time. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind looking at your crafts, and I LOVE something that you craft for me and that craft will hold tremendous meaning. I promise, it does. But I don’t like doing it myself.

Except I did it this week. I bought a dang glue gun and made myself craft some stuff.

Item #1

It’s a cute and rustic ornament, for sure. But you know what else I could have done in the time it took to make this ornament? ANYTHING. That is the answer. I could have done anything else with my time: read a book, watch Felicity, buy something off etsy. See all the productive things I missed out on?

Item #2

Ah, yes. The coffee-filter poms that is the stuff of all DIY/indie wedding dreams. I did this not because Pinterest told me to. I did this because A) I made a ribbon bow and it sucked and B) I had coffee filters C) If I went to the trouble to buy a glue gun I’m going to use that glue gun.

I also crafted something at work. Because babies love crafts, don’t you know? They LOVE crafts and tell you all the time how great your crafting skills are. Why else would one decorate a daycare door that only babies would see? Let’s just say I was sucked in to the project and it included glitter glue, tulle, and die cuts (what daycare workers are made of.)

So I think I’ve met my crafting quota for the next five years, yes? Good.