15 Things Creative Crafty Girls Know To Be True
Crafting is no longer left to old ladies on rocking chairs. Behind those crochet needles and calligraphy nibs, are Candy Girls like you and me! If you can relate to any of these, then you’re definitely a crafter through and through.
There's more to color than just ROYGBIV.
We see the subtle differences between the million shades of the rainbow. Trying to explain the exact hue you want is always a struggle. I mean, you know that sea glass turquoise tint that's a cross between tiffany blue and ocean teal, right?
We love color, and that can get expensive.
Have you ever tried walking away from that Sharpie display with only one marker in hand? We have this problem of buying a favorite tool in all colors available. We just can't help it!
There's more to travel than sight-seeing.
We're just as excited as everyone to add a stamp to our passport. For crafters though, being a tourist means hitting up local art shops and specialty craft stores.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
We don't quite know how to hold the purse strings.
There's no such thing as window shopping, unless of course we're shopping for windows. When it comes to more pens, nibs or notebooks, it’s really hard to say no!CONTINUE READING BELOWRecommended Videos
Don't offer us any freebies. We take in all strays.
The only answer to the question "Do you have a use for this?" is "Of course!" We may not have a use for it now, but we'll definitely find one later.
We don't procrastinate. We procraftinate.
Yes, yes, I know I have a paper to write. I'm just doing some lettering for inspiration, and to help break this writer's block. It should work. Hopefully, before the paper's due!
We lug around much more than we'll ever need in any given day.
The reason our bags are so huge is because we carry all the things we think we might need. Don't ask me if I have a pen, of course I have one. What color did you need? An ultra-fine tip one?ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
Chipped polish is the look I was going for, yes.
Crafter hands go through a lot. Polish can't withstand all the paper folding, stamp carving, and calligraphy ink dipping. Choose between perfectly manicured nails or doing what we love? We think the answer's pretty clear.
We have an insatiable need to hoard notebooks.
There's no leaving home without a notebook. Hey, you never know when the next great idea will hit you. With a bit of luck, we'll remember in which notebook we wrote that brilliant project plan in.
"I have enough yarn/thread/pens/washi/paper/nibs/watercolor/ink," said no crafter ever.
You know that feeling of standing in front of your closet, feeling like you have nothing to wear? We always feel like we're all out of good craft supplies. #CrafterProblems, for sure.
Organizing your craft room is like getting sucked into a black hole.
Organizing your stash is nearly impossible. While fixing a section of your workstation, you're bound to unearth something you haven't used in a while. Refer to procraftinating above.ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
We're tickled pink by the thought of a beach trip.
Beach trips get us all excited, and not for reasons you might think. We think that sand and sun make for perfect crafting weather. We don't need to take a dip in the water. Knotting a friendship bracelet in a hammock on the shore is our little pocket of heaven.
Please don't ask us to price what we make.
We love making stuff for friends. We'll make you a bag, a scarf, a work of art. Whatever you want, we're all for it. Just don't make things awkward by asking how much it costs. It's hard to put a price tag on anything handmade.
Who needs yoga when you can craft?
Some days are tougher than others. We craft away stress or the blues with some alone time, one stitch at a time.
We have a barkada, and also a circle of crafter friends.
We love our besties, but we also love our crafter friends. These kindred spirits speak our language and get our silly crafty quirks like no one else could!ADVERTISEMENT - CONTINUE READING BELOW
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First. Pixie dust and paper cuts – these are the first things Wendy knew about Peter Pan. Aurora first met Prince Philip when she was sixteen. Learning how to ride a bike was also a first while I was growing up, but you are probably the first of too many. The first collection of dust and stars; maybe Luna will try to ask, who was your first? I might answer and tell her that it was you.
The first of too many stars in the sky. You are the first of too many fallen leaves during fall – and you will be the most anticipated snowflake as winter comes. A dark path that you can’t see without any light, hence, you were once the moon and there are the stars that shine so bright at night. Are we too early? Or we just really want to be ahead of time? Even in a glimpse, I would like to see the two of us connect as if we can reach the sky. There are other parts of the heavens you have never saw and other oceans you haven’t laid your feet onto – but the constellations will always wait for you. Close your eyes, love, close your eyes. Start counting backward: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Count backward until you see the twinkling lights that will guide you to the right path. To the right satellite; to the right person. A first.
There are many firsts – first love, first heartbreak, first sport you played, the first thing you do in the morning, the first thing you remember about the person in front of you. There are a lot. It’s actually up to us how we will consider something as a first. So, Primo, you are already a first of too many.
If you know me, and know me well, I am not the biggest fan of idyllic lifestyles. With a Type A personality, I act immediately upon whatever challenge that needs to be addressed. I actually enjoy keeping my mind preoccupied: doing university work in my favourite cafe then running errands around town, grocery shopping here, updating my accounts there, photocopying documents on the way down the street - all just in time before having a glass of champagne at the bar with my friends come evening.
And so, you could imagine my bewilderment when the next challenge to be faced was an extensive self-quarantine protocol. I didn’t know what to do when my greatest responsibility in this situation was to do nothing at all. My first few attempts to combat my consternation were very much rooted in distraction and imagination. My distractions involved conducting research, writing songs, calling family and friends, filming videos, and eating chocolate! My imaginations and fantasies were centred on travelling, shopping, even clubbing (which I rarely do) for when they find a cure to COVID-19. I did anything and everything that could be considered constructive in order to pass the time, mainly hoping I could just undertake the basic human necessities to survive - that is, eat and sleep the day through - until the next day comes, until the world is closer to becoming a better place, until quarantine ends, until my flight follows through, until I see my family and friends again.
Days in self-isolation and suspended flights turned to weeks and turned to months. By the third extension here in Spain where I study Fashion Business, I had to tell myself this shall be my new normal now, that I was blessed to be healthy, that I was tired of merely existing and missed what it was like to actually live - even if just within four walls. Little by little, I began to find significance in the simple occurrences of the day: the soft glare of the rising sun beaming golden streaks through my bedroom window upon waking up, the fragrance of freshly washed bed sheets that I had painstakingly hung to fit a relatively small clothes rack without crumpling them, the crunch and tanginess of warm toasted bread topped with raspberry marmalade, the buzzing sound of a phone call from home just waiting to be answered, to the caress of a fuzzy sweater to keep warm at night. I realised, “What pleasures to be enjoyed in the pause of slow living!” Through this continued pause, which I loathed at first, I began to appreciate each moment of the day rather than wish it would pass more swiftly, moments I had overlooked so often before the lockdown. I started to find that the challenge of self-isolation was never to pause both the regular routines of life as well as the positive emotions that came with these - as initially, I thought it meant to pause all happiness, so as to withstand a time of endurance in hopes for a better tomorrow, much like a form of delaying gratification. Life is just too fragile these days to delay gratification any further.
Life has paused, but it has not stopped. Believe that like any punctuation mark in a sentence, the pause will provide the right timing of things to take place. Till then, let us not waste our time waiting. Instead, we could be in the moment, seek substance in simplicity (that is, in what we already have), And enjoy the pleasure in pause. “Practice the Pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.”