One day we had the following conversation:
Him: What do you do for fun?
Me: I stitch.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: I make things with needle and thread.
Him: Really? That kind of surprises me. Why don't you bring some things next time to show me.
Me: Okay, I will!
The following week, I bring a couple of small, well-selected and favorite things for show and tell:
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Him: Now what would you call this?
Me: Well, this is a hardanger doily. And this is a scissors fob. You attach it to your embroidery scissors for decoration.
Him: I see.
Me: I have about 100 hours in that doily.
Him: Looks like you are finding a wonderful way to re-live your childhood.
Me: silent but thinking: WHAT?!?!?!?! Buddy, have you been listening to me AT ALL about my so-called "childhood". Why on Earth would I want to re-live it?! MAN, have YOU been a WASTE of good money. And what child do you know that can make Celtic knots in cutwork?!?!!?
I didn't visit him much after that day. I didn't break up with him though, he actually fired me because I had become too "well adjusted". Ha! I had him fooled!
But, the reason I'm sharing this exchange with you is because it really got me wondering. Is there some connection between being artsy-crafty in adulthood and having a short or non-existant childhood?
What say you? Don't be shy...
