My head pictured the next Mona Lisa; my hand did this. |
The Diagnosis
It wasn't until high school that I discovered my affliction had a name. I had stayed late one day with a friend - both of us putting in extra hours on our latest works of art. When I showed her my design and explained what I'd been going for, she told me it was a classic case of "Art of the Mind." And I wasn't alone - she had the same exact problem! Now before any of you hypochondriacs head over to Web MD, let me clarify, this is not a condition recognized by modern medicine. Sure, we made up the name, but it's still a very real problem.Don't Give Up, Get Crafty
Around this same time, I fell in love with scrapbooking. I could take perfect pictures, add glitter glue, cut up some construction paper and arrange a page however I wanted. Finally, a cure for my overflowing creativity! But I didn't stop there. Scrapbooking is kind of like a gateway craft. You can get away with random household scraps for a page or two, but soon you'll want stickers and fancy scissors and special background papers. My frequent trips to Michael's only piqued my curiosity. I soon explored the yarn section and begged my mom - a bit of a crafter in her day - to teach me how to crochet. Let's just say, there was a learning curve.
Tight Fit: The first sock I ever crocheted. |
I put my hook down for a couple of years, unsure if this was the right craft for me. Luckily, I picked it back up towards the end of college and I've come a long way.
My nephew is my favorite new model. |
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