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Thinking of becoming one of those crafty types

It has occurred to me that with Halloween less than two weeks away, I should be making something right about now. I am not talking Rice Krispies squares. I am talking pet spiders, glittery cats, skeleton T-shirts and spooky treat jars.
Halloween
How crafty do you get for Halloween?

It has occurred to me that with Halloween less than two weeks away, I should be making something right about now.

I am not talking Rice Krispies squares. I am talking pet spiders, glittery cats, skeleton T-shirts and spooky treat jars.

This struck me a few days ago when I went shopping. For a picture frame.

The retail destination in question had plenty of picture frames, but it had a ga-zillion other things besides. Things that would appeal to people who happen to be, well, good with their hands.

I have never been good with my hands — at least not in the sense that these other folks are.

At Thanksgiving, when other folks are making pine cone wreaths and crocheted pumpkins, I am likely to be gathering a few coloured leaves from the back yard and tossing them in the middle of the dining table. That’s what I call a centrepiece.

Come Christmas, these other folks are making a beeline to the picture frame store to pick up what they need to make wreaths for the front door, partridge ornaments for the tree and decorative pillows for the chesterfield. I, on the other hand, will be buying red and green candles, and feeling pretty darned proud of myself when I place them in some candlesticks.

Canada Day? I’ll be hanging the flag. The crafty types, meantime, will be hanging origami maple leaves.

Then there are the photographs. When these other people take a picture, they do not do so with the intent of posting it on Facebook. They do so to place the picture in a scrapbook.

Yep, the frame store attracts people by the mega-thousand who absolutely love to scrapbook. Me? Heck, it wasn’t until recently that I even discovered that scrapbook is also a verb.

But hey, in retirement — and it’s not so many years away — it may well be that things will change. I’ll have more time on my hands, and I may just want to use them.

In retirement, I may watch the odd soap. I may take the odd nap. I may read the odd romance novel.

But I also may stop by the frame store with an eye to, oh, learn how to knit, to make papier mache and to make my own wrapping paper.

It could be done, you never know. After all, I’ve mastered the Christmas candles.