Arts & Crafts

One of the things about living here in Little Bay Root is that all of the cool kids are crafty. Everybody seems to knit or make bike frames by hand or run a food cart specializing in artisan chicken with waffles. Sometimes I think that every failed creative in California lives here in Portland now. There are more over-educated baristas in this town than you can shake a stick at.

I’ve been trying to tap my inner ‘creative’ lately. When I was young and filled with angst, I wrote. It wasn’t very good, but I thought it was at the time. When girls started talking to me, I gave up bad poetry and took to the more respectable pastimes of drinking and consorting. Years have passed and I’ve gotten a bit older. I’m realizing that working for other people is lame, so now I’m trying to figure out how to be creative again.

Here I am writing a blog. It may not get me a six figure book deal and mantle full of awards, but it is writing. I’ve been enjoying writing my little posts about things that matter to me and may or may not matter to much of anybody else. It has helped me realize how passionate I am about hiking and that I’d like to hike more and then write more about hiking more.

I’ve also been tinkering with the more popular crafts. I have a knitting book and some yarn and needles. I’ve managed a stitch or two, but honestly I haven’t applied myself enough to teach my hands how to do what they need to do. I might need a tutor or something. I suspect that I could fall down and meet one. Maybe I will.

I’ve also tried my hand at cross stitch. It’s always been one of those down home crafts that appealed to me. On a shelf above my desk there is a needlework book and some supplies and a hoop frame with some aida cloth stretched across it. I’ve even started a piece. I’ll probably get back to it eventually. Probably.

Today, I picked up a book about terrariums. This one is a bit less trendy, but some how the cashier knew that terrariums are in right now. My accidental pursuit of cool continues to make me as a crypto-hipster. Whatever, I just want to make a little terrarium in a peanut butter jar with Portmandia Jr. He’s really into little plants right now and I thought he might get a kick out of it. Really.

Oh, and I’m trying to learn how to cook. And sometimes I bake cakes or make ice cream.

One of these days, I’ll find that crafty passion that I can turn into a new career. It just hasn’t happened yet. So instead I’ll keep trying to churn out a few hundred words a night for my snarky blog about being a uncool dude pushing 40 in a town full of much faux-hemians and overly tattooed artisans. Who knows, maybe someone will offer me a book deal.