Well, dear readers, it is Friday. Let’s have some fun, shall we? I want to know all about the crafty escapades you had as a kid. Tell me about crafts that you loved to make when you were just knee high to a grasshopper.
For me, it was a lot of things.
When I was super little, between the ages of three and five, I loved to color. I used to enter the holiday coloring contests at the local grocery and drug stores, and I won top place for a lot of them! Sometimes the stores gave out prizes, like a stuffed animal or a small gift certificate. The whole process was a lot of fun, and I remember every time, after I finished meticulously coloring the page, I loved to embellish my masterpiece with glitter, fabric scraps, etc.
When I got a little older, I began writing and illustrating my own books. When I was seven, I was selected out of the entire first grade class at my school to attended the Young Author’s Conference. Jack Gantos was the special speaker; it was really rad. I still get a little sentimental about the whole thing every time I spot a Rotten Ralph paperback at a bookstore.
My first memory of sewing is from when I was around eight years old. My best friend Tasia and I were really into troll dolls, and we decided we were going to make wardrobes for all our trolls. We started off sewing all the clothes by hand, but one evening while accompanying my mother to Best Fabrics at the mall (which later went out of business and became a JoAnn’s), I spotted a children’s battery-operated sewing machine in the bargain bin for $5.
Through a combination of begging and sweet-talking, my mother bought it for me, and I was ecstatic about my new treasure, undoubtedly glowing the entire car ride home. Throughout the next few weeks, many-a-troll-doll got new duds. Then Barbies got new custom pillows and blankets. That little bargain bin sewing machine got so much use!
Then there was the phase where I got really into making my own board games*. I remember my favorite part of the process wasn’t so much making the individual components, but rather, coming up with the concept for each game, and seeing if the game was fun to play after it was finished. All the board games I made eventually got tossed out—as gallon-sized Ziploc bags full of about a million tiny pieces of paper tend to do—but I remember my favorite handmade game involved witches and collecting magic potions, and that one in particular was really fun to play. Even Tasia thought so.
I know at some point I made rainbow magnets out of plastic canvas and colored ribbon.
I went through a huge rubber stamping phase around 10. I could even use embossing powder like a pro.
I helped my mom paint wooden knick-knacks when she was really into her toll painting phase in the early ’90s. And I appreciate that she always let me raid her craft bins.
Does any of this sound familiar to your childhood? Or were your crafty experiences way different? I’d love to hear your stories!