Some times after seeing my tweep’s tweets or reading their blogs I feel mighty useless. I don’t cook, I don’t bake. Particularly, I don’t bake pretty cupcakes, which seems to be all the rage these days. I don’t sew. I can’t paint, or draw. I’m not funny – couldn’t tell a joke even if my life depended on it. It is pretty sad, actually.
In the old days of online forums (god, has it even been that long? it seems like ages ago) there was this Canadian Swing dance forum called LindyHopper.ca. I think it still exists but it is ghost town there. Hmm, fancy that, people still post about events there, just checked.
Anyway, it has a Ladies’ lounge among other things. There is a thread there called “what are you making? crafty chat” where all the women would post pictures about this fabulous scarf, or hat, or whatever they’d knit. Or the things they’d sew or bake or whatever. In time they got married and had kids and started posting pics about diaper bags with matching change mats and other crazy stuff. Someone even knitted a DNA scarf (granted, if I knitted, that would be the kind of stuff I’d make)
Thank god someone – a very kind soul, obviously, finally started a thread she called “the Un-Martha Thread. For those of us who have problems using a glue-stick!!“
This is a post of mine from 30 Aug 2006, 12:31 PM
Oh good god, finally…. I thought I was the only one with those kind of *ahem* problems…. and of course, going to an all-girl catholic school with ultra conservative Nuns (you know, the kind that think the only education a girl needs is how to be a good wife and mother… (yeah, yeah, it was in Colombia) didn’t help…
glue sticks and I just don’t get along…
Baking: those who have seen me lately, know what i’m talking about: beware girls, Ovens are evil, I have the marks on my arms to prove it!!!!! they will attack when you least expect it
One can still see the marks on my forearms made by the evil oven!
A later entry on that thread:
QUOTE(—– @ 5 Sep 2006, 11:00 AM)
Sometimes I think I should get myself a sewing machine and take some time to re-learn those skills. My Grandfather was a tailor and my Grandmother -although a cook by profession, was a pretty decent seamstress, not to mention her great skills in knitting, doing crochet and embroidery.
But then again, I hear so many books calling my name, wanting to be read. And the trails summon me, and my walking stick and hiking boots are there by the door ready, waiting for me…. nah, with so many interesting people to talk to, so many exciting places to visit and so many books to learn from, who wants to spend time sewing and cooking and the likes?
So there! words to live by, I tell you (I can be pretty deep sometimes, who would’ve thunk?). While I’ll still admire what crafty people can do – and eat all their pretty cupcakes too, I think I am quite happy with the talents I got.
Plus who can say they know how to design their own DNA sequence, make it into a plasmid and then introduce it into a host Bacterial DNA? I think that’s pretty kick-ass.
Or being thrown up in the air by their partner and land perfectly on their two feet and keep dancing like there is no tomorrow. That’s pretty kick-ass too!
Suddenly it is not so bad to be so un-Martha ;)