Here it is, the Monday of my week off from work. In an effort not to lose as much vacation time as I have in the past (and I'll still be losing a lot), I decided to take this week off from work. Since Hamlet's birthday was yesterday (as well as being Cinco de Mayo), I decided I we could celebrate with some adventures together this week. It was nice to not feel the sense of impending dread last night, and was lovely to sleep a bit later this morning.
Anyway, that's not what this post is about. Rather, I was reading Karen's post this morning about her weekend and the visit with her sister. It sounded like they had a wonderful visit, and I enjoyed reading about their crafty time together.
And I realized that as much as I love my sisters, and though we have a wonderful time together, if I suggested we did something crafty together, they would probably a) laugh, b) faint, or c) both. I know a lot of siblings who have interests that intersect practically in every way, but that's not the case in our family. Particularly in the sense of craftiness.
My mother spent the last 10-15 years of her life in a wheelchair. Though she knew how to do needlepoint, and could sew on a button or a hem, she was not much interested in any of that kind of thing while I was growing up. When she became chair-bound, her cousin taught her counted cross-stitch and she really really loved doing that. She was incredibly skilled at it, and all of us have some of her work in our homes.
She was always supportive when I wanted to learn to sew, and was proud of anything I could make, but I definitely did not inherit my love of making and crafts in any genetic way. Of course, I know my grandmothers and those before them learned to do things as necessity, but I didn't know them to know if they actually enjoyed doing any of it. So my interest is really just my own, as far as I can tell.
But my sisters? Um, that would be a big NO. My oldest sister Nancy is an amazing seamstress, having learned to sew in a high school home economics class where they covered even really advanced techniques. However, once she could afford to buy designer clothes instead of whipping up copies on her own, she lost all interest in sewing, period. I asked her a few years ago if she ever thought about sewing again, and she looked at me like I'd just eaten a baby or something.
My sister Mary Ellen is all about science. I don't know that it has ever even occurred to her to try any kind of hand crafts. She certainly likes things I make for her, and I can tell she thinks it's kind of magical but she just has no interest.
So when I am with my sisters, I can knit or do whatever I'm involved in, but we never do anything like that together. And I kind of wish we could. I am often amused by how little we have in common as far as our interests and personalities. Who knows, in our case, mabye that it why we get along so well.
Fortunately, I have many friends who fill the void to knit and craft with, and I guess since I'm around them more, it's actually better this way. I see my friends regularly, but my sisters seldom. Maybe my genetics knew that's how it would turn out.
What about you? If you have siblings, or even siblings-in-law, do they join you in your crafty pursuits?
Psssst. Guess who I get to hang out with tomorrow??? Dee! I'm so excited I could spit. :-)