I am the husband of a crafty person. I believe there should be a support group for that. Don’t get me wrong: my wife is a wonderful person. She is smart, eccentric, and immensely creative. She funnels most of that creativity into crafting, and that’s when our adventure begins.
It would be enough for her to love one craft: sewing, baking, quilting, whatever. They’re all good. She considers them so good, in fact, that she taken it upon herself to do them all. Right now, she’s building herself a spinning wheel in the garage. With power tools. Many would be content with simply buying yarn from Joanne’s. Not her! She wants to make her own.
She’s into crocheting; she just took up needle-felting; last year, she made some puppets for a children’s video I put together; and, last month, she constructed steel drum mallet bags for a friend of my father’s. And the list goes on and on and on.
Our house is a tornado of crafts. I’m constantly finding needles and pins with bare feet. The floor is riddled with beads and string. The cabinets are full of fabric. Her Pinterest has no cohesive theme and both Netflix and Youtube have no idea what to recommend to us. The most frustrating/entertaining aspect of this diverse pallet is trying to find what we need at Michael’s. Since the store is organized by the craft you’re into, we pretty much need to scour the entire store to get what we need (one day, I will memorize the entire store and be all the merrier for it).
Yet, despite the insanity of all her undertakings, I would also have to acknowledge that there is brilliance in it, too. In this age where everything we have is preprocessed (driving directions, food choices, clothing options, and entertainment menus) it is nice to see that there is still the opportunity to make your life your own. Sure, it takes energy and time. Yes, it really makes a mess. But what is the result? Self-sufficiency.
The more we take ownership of our lives, work with our hands, engage our brains, the happier we are. My wife is the happiest woman I know. The more we create, the less we passively take in, the better life is.
(Plus, having a wide skill set increases your likelihood of surviving a Zombie Apocalypse.)
In closing, I would say: don’t just consume, create. Annoy your spouses. Engage reality. Have fun! And may God bless you in all your endeavors… The worst that can happen is that you fail, and in doing so have the opportunity to learn from your mistakes.
Hey, people with obsessed spouses: how do you balance your partner’s hobbies and your shared living space?