The urge to craft

living the crafting life - literally

As I've gotten older, nothing makes me happier than a hot glue gun, and lots of pieces from the craft store. I want to make something beautiful

Don't get me wrong, I've always liked to make things. Craft. When I was 8, my grandmother taught me how to knit, and I’ve knit countless pieces throughout my life. Picking it up and putting it down as a hobby through the years. I pretty much always been game to pick up a new project.

But, since having children the urge to craft has gotten so much stronger.I've always wondered if maybe doing arts and crafts, when hand-in-hand with having kids because we wanted to keep them amused teach them new things – occupy their brains. But even stronger, I want to do projects that leave something tangible and memorable when they’re done. Look salt dough on Pinterest and you’ll see what I mean.

But I'm pretty sure it's actually something more. Being pregnant and creating a life is the ultimate creativity project. I think it's height of the creation addiction. We turn two strands of genetic material into a real new little person. I think that is truly the first dose of a drug, no subsequent creations will ever live up to. The dragon we chase. But we continue to create, craft, make - even though we know - nothing will ever compare to that high.