I'm crafty. Not in the I 'get around' sort of way that the Beastie Boys sing about, but in the 'I love to make things' sort of way. And it's been far too long since I've made anything.
Last Wednesday, I reminisced about the days when scrapbook crops were all the rage. I used to love spending my Friday nights working on my pages, listening to women I didn't know complain about kids or husbands or friends I didn't know while eating peanut M&Ms.
But ever since the local scrapbook stores closed, it's nearly impossible to find a crop. If I'm at home, there are a million things I could and should be doing instead of scrapping, so my books got shoved on a shelf and my supplies got boxed and put into a cabinet.
Then, wham! Out of the blue, that very same day that I was remembering the good old days, I saw an invitation to a crop at my son's child care. It's this Friday. And I intend to be there.