I love to putter and make nonsensical little things with my hands. After spending eight hours a day at a desk thinking and typing and talking, I like to play with my hands and build things, like Legos and embroidery and crossstitch kits. When I build little things, it is brain off, hands on. There is some thinking involved, but not the work at a desk and come up with a plan thinking. In these little kits, someone else has already done the thinking. All I have to do is assemble. My Pilates instructor has a client who is a CEO.
"Why do you come to me for Pilates when you are smart enough to figure it out on your own," Tim asked his CEO client.
"Because I don't want to think. I am paying you to think for me," the CEO client replied.
Likewise, me and the kits. I don't have to think of something to build. All I need is a few bucks and a few hours, and voila, my creative itch is scratched.
I was fine with Legos, sewing kits, and whatnot, but then I was reading Wirecutter in the New York Times where they list things like "Best Crafts" and "Best Self Care." There, I found a little library house to build. When it is done. you can slide it in on a bookshelf in between the books. Damn you, Wirecutter! More things for me to build! As if I have empty space on my bookshelves, Wirecutter. You should know better.
While building these little things are fun, the problem is finding space for them when they are done. My dad had this problem. When my mom was alive and had Alzheimer's, he would buy craft kits to build. He had dozens. In his four bedroom house, one bedroom was dedicated to to crafts. If I had a four bedroom house, I'd probably do the same, honestly.
But I don't have a four-bedroom house. I have my cozy condo in the city. I am going to need to find a home for my hobbies.
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