I Can’t Hide Any Longer!

Crafting at the Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake City UT.
(photo credit: Jeffrey D. Allred, Deseret News)

For those who know me well, this will come as no surprise… but I am a man crafter. Yes I like to craft, to tinker, build, make things, create. It goes beyond the power tools and soldering iron (which I definitely am familiar with) and includes knitting needles, sewing machines, crochet hooks, glitter and hot melt glue guns.

Some say that people are influenced into crafting by peers or environmental culture, I was born this way. A hereditary trait passed down from both my parents. As long as I can remember I have had a desire to cut and glue and I have collected scars on my left hand from years of mishaps. The first of which I acquired at the early age of 2 when I attempted some advanced cutting techniques with “grown up scissors” and ended up gouging my left index finger (one of my most early memories).

Growing up in a small town in Central California, I was not open about my crafting capabilities. While other boys asked for remote control cars for Christmas, I was asking for glue guns.  While they were all playing baseball and basketball, I was cutting cardboard and paper mache-ing.

Oh the PAIN!

I’ve been cut by knifes and scissors, burned by soldering irons and glue guns, and poked by needles and slivers, yet I cannot stop crafting.

It Get’s Better

As a grown man I have been fortunate to live where male crafters are not uncommon.  Once while commuting on the bus in San Francisco I sat across from another guy knitting. I pulled out my current knitting project and started in. We made eye contact, gave a manly nod of the head to say “wassup” and continued about our projects.

Now that I have kids, crafting has become a family affair and many Saturdays spent together cutting, painting, gluing, glittering and beading, often times using supplies that I had way before I was even married. It has become my time with my kids and something that I cherish and love!

On the Fringe of the Future

The way real men knit!

I believe there is a new renaissance happening. The current maker movement steeped in technology, electronics and hacking has on the fringe a sub movement of men and boys crafting.  I’ve heard that there is a growing trend in junior high and high schools of young men knitting their own hats, crafting their own wallets, creating their own accessories and bags. It is great to see more men being open about their crafting desires! I am one of those men… I am a man crafter!

What do you think about men crafting? Are you a man crafter or do you support the crafting habits of a man in your life?  I’d love to hear about it!

Big City Farming!

I grew up in a farming community in Central California in a small town called Hanford (google it, you’ll be indifferent that you did).  As I like to say… You can take the boy out of the country… but you can’t make him go back!

I have long since considered myself a city dweller (or as of present a suburban city dweller) and love the fast pace of the busy streets and high-rise building. I love the convenience of having things close by, the night life, the culture and the excitement cities have to offer.  And while I prefer the urine smelling subways of San Francisco over the cow dung smelling… um… every where… in my home town, I do miss the farm fresh produce that country living provides.

YOU PAY FOR POMEGRANATES!?!?!

I remember the first time I saw how much a pomegranate sold for in a grocery store in the bay area.  I couldn’t believe my eyes!  Don’t people know these things grow on trees!

There was a lone pomegranate tree in a field near my high school that produced like a bazzillion pomegranates. If that ran out, our neighbor a few doors down had like a hundred trees. Talking to him about what you can do with a pomegranate was like talking to Bubba from Forest Gump about what you can do with shrimp.  Let’s just say my parents are still well stocked with pomegranate jelly.

And that is just pomegranates… don’t get me started on peaches and apricots!

PLANTING THE SEED

It's blurry, but it's a garden

I’ve always had this idea that someday I will live in a nice house with a yard.  There are two problems with that statement and living on a single family income in the bay area… house and yard.  We have been confined to apartment dwelling for some years now and while we plan and are working towards bigger and better things, my desire for a lush garden with fresh produce has been nothing more that a pipe dream… until now!

I decided to wait no longer… I was going to plant a garden on the balcony and become one of the few… the proud… apartment dwelling… urban farmers!

So I now have a 4′X4′ raised planter box that is host to beans, squash, watermelon, pumpkin, peas, cucumbers, eggplant and tomatoes.  I have 3 buckets to hold 3 blueberry bushes, 1 orange tree (ok… we’ve actually had this for about a year and a half.  We actually thought we killed it because it lost all of its leaves and started looking all brown and dry.  Miraculously the tree came back to life and now hosts a wonderful bouquet of orange blossoms that draws in the humming birds.) and finally we have a few containers that house strawberries, radishes, garlic and onions (not all in the same container).  We’ll be getting a few more containers here really soon too!

OH HOW THEY WIGGLE AND SQUIRM

In addition to a garden, I’ve always been interested in “vermicomposting” or worm farming.  Originally I was just planning to have the worms live in a bucket… but through the beauty of social networking, I posted my interest in this project on facebook and someone said they had an actually worm compost bed just hanging out in their shed. So now I have a legit worm set up complete with wiggly worms that I bought at a nursery suggested by another one of my fantastic facebook friends!

I would like to say that I’m doing the worm bin for the kids… but really I know I’m more excited about it than they are, but they do like to show their friends when they come over.  Today my 6 year old had a friend over and was thrilled to show her the bin.  We came across a couple of worms mating (each worm has both male and female organs).

“Look dad, those worms tied themselves together!”

“Yes.  Yes they did!”

 

Here’s to grabbing a bit of that country life…

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