I cannot throw things away without first deciding if I can make something awesome out of it. I love the smell of spray paint and sharpies. I look at fabrics, stickers and ribbon the way a teenage boy looks at porn. I will attempt any craft. Jewelry making, sewing, upcycling... I've done them all.
Thrift shops, garage sales and dollar stores are places of worship. Treasure troves of colorful do-dads and whatnots that have an endless number of uses.
Some people have craft kits or even craft closets. I have a craft room. (Some may call it a laundry room, but I know better.) Baskets, bags and boxes overflowing with supplies just waiting to become something fabulous and useful.
I am a crafter. Crafters look at the world through creative eyes. We don't see twigs and yard debris. We see a nature themed wreath or centerpiece. Everyday household items become new and magnificent things. We thrive on colors and textures. We are artists who's masterpieces are displayed on tables, walls and porches all over the world.
The burn from a high temp glue gun makes us feel alive. We find glitter in our bras and can't explain how it got there. We have at least one glob of paint on every pair of pants we own, but we wear them out to dinner anyway.
We are crafters and we make the world a more colorful, organized place, one Pinterest project at a time.
So yes, I am a Craftaholic. Now give me my glue gun and get out of my way, I have work to do.
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