My third issue of Craft magazine is mocking me.
You call yourself a crafter?
When's the last time you set some stones in a bit of twisted wire? Or made your own lip balm? Or silkscreened something?
Okay. Well, when's the last time you made some doll clothes?
Yeah. That's what I thought.
So, have you ever stuck eyeballs on anything? Like, say, a lamp?
Fed up and sure I'll never say yes to anything, the magazine dispenses with the questions and just goes with a list.
Used a mold. Recycled pull tabs into art. Made a finger puppet.
My magazine shakes itself at me. (Not having a head, this is the best it can do to demonstrate its overwhelming sense of disdain.) Unable to resist, it hurls the obvious last zinger at me before slamming itself shut.
And you call yourself a crafter.