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Taking The Clueless Crafter to the Streets

AFOTSPOSTER2009Art Fair on the Square 2009 flyer by Nick Wroblewski

I am quite nervous of what may come of this first survey attempt.  I wholly expect to be heartily chided or at least be the recipient of several disapproving glares for making the assumption that some of the exhibitors at the fair could possibly be classified as crafters.  I cannot flesh it out here (I hope over time my survey project will do just that) but I do know that terms such as crafter, artisan, and artist convey different meanings to both those who practice and those who patronize the arts.  I have heard that crafters are often associated with beautifying utilitarian objects while artists, perhaps, are equated with creating objects for intellectual and aestheic pleasure without regard to its function in our daily lives.  But, of course, this is an egregious generalization.  As for the artisan, I am in the dark.

From studying art history, I have learned that the art world has its own hierarchy.  Fine art has often been elevated to the realm of the intellect, appealing to a more refined, sophisticated viewer.  According to this hierarchy, this is why, although both have painted seascapes, Thomas Kinkade and Claude Lorrain are not considered to be of the same ilk.

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Thomas Kinkade, The Sea of Tranquility

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Claude Lorrain, Seaport 1674

I can recall one very poignant moment when I first registered the weight of of this topic and how it can spark the ire of those wrongly deemed a “crafter.” I happened to overhear a discussion a producer was having about a particular guest that was to appear on the show.  It was in regards to how the guest was to be introduced and then referred to during her segment.  As I was within an earshot of the exchange, I was able to gather that the guest had made an explicit request — I mean 100% explicit — to not be called a crafter.  If the demand was disregarded, from what I could conclude, she would not make an appearance on the show!  Clearly, to her, the word craft had a whole set of connotations that she quite affirmatively did not want to belong to.  It was at this juncture that I recognized how full my hands just may be.

Will going to the Art Fair on the Square two weeks from now open myself up to a similar wrath?  It seems that the exhibitors are being referred to as “artists” on the official event website:  http://www.mmoca.org/events/artfair/index.php despite, from what I can tell, showing works that appear to have the stereotypical craft-like qualities.  If I mention the word craft, will I be given the cold shoulder?  It is, after all, key that even those artists and artisans who refrain from being deemed crafters answer my survey.  Their voice will only further illuminate the discussion.

Until then, I have an ambition to begin yet another at-home craft project:  tea cup candles.  I am on the prowl for the tools, wax or whatever makes a candle work, and a how-to guide in plain English.  Through engaging my hands, I hope to occupy my mind enough to forget how nervous I am to commence Phase II!  If this candle-making project is anything like the magazine holder, I fear I may be more stressed.

Stage II of The Clueless Crafter

I have been fortunate enough to have an excellent education and several professional experiences that have added up to a grounded understanding of fine and decorative arts. From taking a graduate course in which I was trained to understand the writing of  the American art critic Clement Greenberg (1909-1994) to working in an art and antiques appraisal office, I’ve had immense exposure to the arts.  I, of course, have a lot more to learn and I really am eager to see what this online journal does for that.  As I have begun to dive into the world of craft, albeit without clear direction, I have recognized that I need to contextualize my creative dalliances within the larger world of craft. What am I doing that is the same or not the same as crafters who make crafting the root of their professional lives or hobbyists who make it the root of their post-work lives?  Am I in anyway the same?  Am I tapping into the true meaning, the true power of craft, whatever that may be?  I just do not know.

It dawned upon me that this project would have more merit if the real crafters working around me weighed in on the topic.  At the heart, I simply want to ask each one of them this:  What is and what is not craft and why.  The desire to answer this question has led me to Stage II of thecluelesscrafter.com.  I am taking this question — and a few more –  to crafters’ studios in hopes that this survey will give craft a cultural context, its true voice, in today’s rapidly changing world. With the economy and the political landscape in great flux, is the meaning of craft in our lives following suit??

The premise of this survey project is not intended to offer a definitive answer; rather, its intention is to dig deep into the subject and see what it has to say for itself.

I am beginning this project with a visit to Art Fair on the Square, an annual art fair held on the state capitol’s square in Madison, WI every summer for the past 51 years.  I have a feeling that this may be an interesting start to this project, one that may cause a bit of a stir.  I’ll share why soon.

A Tour of The Clueless Crafter’s Studio!

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A backstage pass into the CluelessCrafter’s studio.  March 2009.

Okay, I’m unsure if the image I’m looking at is is laughable or pitiful.  But it is what it is, so I’ll just share it with you.  As you may  have surmised, this is my crafting “studio”.  Indeed, I revamped(and cropped) this photo from color to black & white with the idea that this would lend a bit more gravitas, a quiet sophistication if you will, to a rather bleak picture.  I also did not want you to know that the cardboard storage box within the larger box is hot pink or that my office is nestled between the radiator and front “hall” table.  Now that I’ve outed myself, let me take you inside.

My work space, as I have mentioned, is located in my Manhattan apartment.  By New York City standards, I live in quite a commodious pre-war rental on a lovely tree-lined block.  In this respect, I feel lucky.  But like most New Yorkers, every inch of space is devoted to the basics of living.  When I decided to craft my way through life and career, I was utterly clueless as to the amount of space required to work easily and efficiently.  As it also happens, crafters need ample storage for tools and materials.

At the time of this photo, I had little to craft with.  This is the list in its totality:

  • Three vials of Christmas-themed tinsel glitter and glue
  • 100 squares of pastel cardstock
  • Swatches of fabric from my wedding planning days
  • Twine gift packaging tags
  • Embossing liquid refill, but not the stamp pad nor stamp mount nor stamps, all of which I did not own for that matter
  • Scottish thistle stencil (which I incorrectly used on my first attempt at embossing.  Don’t ask why
  • Self-healing cutting surface and box cutter
  • A huge sheet of burgundy mat board, which I don’t keep in my studio.  That’s hiding behind my vacuum in the closet along with the cutting mat
  • A sundry of other forgettable items like rechargeable batteries for my Canon A470 digital camera

There was so little material to work with that I was ready to throw my hands up in defeat.  My fortune did change, however, in late-April when the show hosted its annual “End-of-the-Season Giveaway” extravaganza, an event that allows staff to collect leftover items featured on various segments from crafting to cooking to home keeping to beauty and health.  I snatched up a hydrangea-shaped hole puncher and a few books of woodland-themed craft paper –  just enough craft products to reinvigorate my spirit –, allowing me to forge ahead as The Clueless Crafter.

Since March, I have purchased two pairs of scalloped scissors and an embossing pad from Wal-Mart.  I am now eyeing materials for candle making.  Like many of you, I have a slew of mismatched tea cups that I hear are best repurposed into scented candles.  This project will certainly stuff my box full of new craft-specific products!

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And for the sake of comparison, this (above) was the craft studio that I had the fortune of seeing daily on the job.  As you can tell, there are aisles and bins of anything and everything you could desire to have!  I didn’t — and really still do not — know what the half of those products can do.  Shhhh!  I guess there are a lot of companies manufacturing souped up supplies for heavy-duty professional and amateur crafters alike.

In any event, I plan on inviting you back to the studio at a later date for another snapshot into my clueless-crafting world.

Block Printing Bust

Back when the show I was interning on featured a segment on block printing table linens for a spring get together, I was taken with the apparent simplicity of the craft.  As they had reiterated on air, truly anyone could do this inspired project at home!  After all, I had (unlike the rest of the viewers) the great fortune of,  in the span of a single afternoon, seeing the cloth and matching napkins come to life in the studio’s craft room.  From what I was able to gather from the lead crafter’s super-cool confidence as she quietly plugged away at the linen’s repeating floral pattern was that the block printing technique must be inherently straightforward.  Never did she look flustered or irritated; rather, she was the very picture of composure and certainty.  Suddenly, I really wanted to be like her.  I could see within my very near reach, the oneness of spirit and hand that she truly appeared to have achieved.  If succeeding at block printing would offer me the same reward, nothing was going to stop me from doing it.

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Everything about my “craft room” screams of inexperience.

What I had not anticipated was the disparity between what I think the crafting process will involve and what it actually does involve.  Where it took the show’s crafter an afternoon, it took me a whole month from conception to completion.  Let me delineate the steps involved for this first-timer:

Block-Printed Cocktail Napkins How-To-Not According to a Novice

  1. Committ to the craft in mind and spirit.  Initially, this is exhilarating;
  2. Summon up the courage to not only publicly proclaim it will be done, but actually see the project through.  It’s easier to think it’s a great idea but never do it, right?;
  3. Locate a block on which to carve the design.  I used a Mastercarve eraser, which I located in the craft room’s trash;
  4. Decide what image to imprint onto the linen  (Wait, this should be step 3.  The block needs to have enough surface area to fit the design;
  5. Purchase or borrow linoleum cutting tools;
  6. Trace design with pencil; burnish the image onto the block;
  7. Select the color palette for the linens by purchasing or finding household linens to repurpose;
  8. Select fabric paint colors based upon the color scheme of the above selected;
  9. Set aside hours to carve design into block.  DO NOT pick a Scottish thistle (see image below) — the intricacy of the design will equate to many hours of carving frustration.  Someone should have a said as much!;
  10. Ensure that linens are washed and ironed.  If you live in the city as I do, take them to the cleaners and wait for them to be cleaned and pressed;
  11. Commence printing.  If using multiple colors for design, which I now regret, be sure to wash block thoroughly.  This takes time, but lack of patience will equate to a mixed color print.  What was supposed to be a white thistle quickly became pink. . .;
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Detail shot of a thistle

I bet you’re probably glad I’m not writing up the how-to’s of block printing after this! In my words, it seems unnecessarily complex.  As I see the process enumerated, however, I am only reminded of the lengthy process and of the obstacles I encountered along the way.  It is not my intention to discourage this activity, but it is my goal to illuminate the many layers of production involved in a single craft.  The directions that guided me, in retrospect, are now glaringly incomplete and totally unsympathetic to the needs of a novice crafter.  YET, anyone is supposed to be able to do this!  Let me just show you what served as my guide:

Block-Printed Table Linens How-To According to Craft Experts

  1. Print leaf and flower template. Trace over designs with a pencil. Carefully place paper, pencil-marked side down, on a Mastercarve artist-carving block.
  2. Rub the wide edge of a bone folder over paper to transfer the pencil-marked designs to carving blocks.
  3. Use a linoleum cutter with the V-shape attachment to carve the outline of the designs. Switch to a U-shape attachment to carve out larger areas around the designs.
  4. Apply a thin layer of transparent water-based fabric paint to the leaf block with a wide brush. Print on fabric with block, re-inking as needed.
  5. Print dogwood flower as you did the leaves.
  6. Let the fabric dry for about 15 minutes, and then set paint with an iron according to paint manufacturer’s instructions.

I am a smart woman.  I know that the primary goal is to market these craft projects as easy, fun, useful, engaging, and rewarding.  Unfortunately, when it comes to novices like you and me, it just may not be that straightforward.  Indeed, my esteem was not elevated by the many complications I encountered, especially when there was not the slightest mention of what may be a “wrong-to” and how that’s okay and how I should NOT feel bad and how I can correct the mistake.  I just felt alone, nothing like that adept crafter I saw in the craft room.  And, oh yeah, I guess I should mention that her job just may have been a little easier because a) Someone  had already collected the fabric paints, linens and tools for her; b) She had done this many times before with unlimited resources to make up for any errors she made; and c) This is the clincher:  she had all the support in the world, working for a successful company that specializes in all things craft.  Now, do you have that comfort?

Yes, I absolutely admire what this respectable company has done for aesthetics in America, basically creating a history of all things decorative for our children and grandchildren.  Impressive!!!  What I don’t admire is how in pursuit of this lofty ambition, the human element is neglected.  I, a self-proclaimed novice crafter, am looking to build myself up through craft.

When I finally finished the prints, I had destroyed 6 newly purchased linen napkins, permanently discolored my block,and  selected the wrong type of fabric paint.  In my opinion, the results were sub-par at best.  What elevated my lackluster performance, was the fact that I shared the story with you.

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The final product.  Admirable, yet rudimentary and a bit schlocky.

Interview with Crafters

In an effort to fully understand craft as it is viewed and practiced today, I must go straight to the source:  the crafters.  While I believe my personal crafting venture to be worthy and insightful in its own right, I am eager to situate my experience within the larger cultural context of craft.  What exactly I am looking for, I cannot yet say.  Indeed, we are living in a world on the cusp of great change, and life as we have known it is violently shifting about us.  On the individual, social, political, and economical levels, we are all being forced to revisit our values.  What role, I wonder, does craft play or not play in the conception of our private and public selves?  Has it, too, changed with the times?

I aim to be the most comprehensive online source of information on craft as it is seen and done today, voiced by the crafters themselves.  Through these interviews, I seek to answer these fundamental questions:

  • If you were to give a dictionary definition of craft, what would it be and why?
  • Has the meaning and the practice of craft changed in any perceptible way in your lifetime? Why or why not?
  • Do you consider yourself a crafter?
  • Do you find any difference between the meaning of crafter and the meaning of artisan?  If so, how are these two words different and why?
  • How do you think these groups perceive crafters:
    • Perceive Artisans:?
    • Visual artists?
    • Art Historians?
    • Art Critics?
    • The rest of the American public?
    • West Coasters?
    • Midwesterners?
    • East Coaters?
With the goal of becoming the largest online repository about craft in America as expressed by the crafters themselves, I will post their answers without editing or altering content.
But, because a major thrust of this journal is to capture my individual journey into the world of craft, I am quite eager to analyze and synthesize some of the interviewees’ responses.  So, keep tuning into my journal for some noteworthy observations!

Mini Magazine Holder, Big Problems

In March, nearly three months after I had begun my internship for the much-lauded daytime show hosted by the guru of all  things domestic, I decided that it was time to face into my fears and begin to make things with my own hands.  I was working in the  show’s Art Department as a stylist and crafter (although, I mostly kept to the style side, by my own design), so it was time to gird the loins and get crafting.  I would baby step into it I concluded, only selecting projects that had few processes and required even fewer materials.  The simplest craft I could find was to construct a mini magazine holder, using mat board and a utility knife.  I had several digest-sized cooking mags hanging around, so this exercise had a real utilitarian value to it.  I could wrap my mind around that.

Let me first begin by saying that I naively believed that this project would be a breeze.  I knew what mat board was (what a plus; I hardly know what any materials and tools associated with crafting are) and I had a utility knife from hubby’s tool set.  Phew!  After I picked up a rather costly scrap of mat board from the framing center of a craft store in Long Island, I found that I had a big issue on my  hand.  The online template, a rather brilliant design by the Art Dept.’s director, intended to make the construction of the holder a no-brainer, was impossible to format for printing!  The directions said to “print at 200 percent” and tape the multiple pieces of letter paper together.  What the directions didn’t say is that you need to be a genius to figure out how to get the template to blow up seamlessly, that all the pieces match each other without losing any information.  Initially, I immediately dove to the conclusion that I was not cut out for this crafting stuff, and that some stay-at-home mom (agreed, loaded topic) in Frumpton Township, PA was at this moment effortlessly printing this out. Suddenly, all I could hear was that woman’s fancy, new Canon buzzing with activity, the look of satisfaction glued to her face, while my printer groaned, then flat lined.  Totally deflated.

I unwillingly admitted this defeat to my computer engineer husband in hopes that he’d pick up where I left off — at the beginning.  Thankfully enough, the next evening I heard him hard at work on the mysterious case of the non-printable, “printable” template.  Four hours, 16 wasted sheets of paper, and an empty ink cartridge later, I finally had a template to work with!  So you see, it wasn’t as easy as the directions had claimed!  I was not inept!!  This small victory, however, did not overshadow the looming reality that crafting seems to be a lot about trial and error, a very significant burden to those of us who are time and cash strapped.

Why in June, several months after my inital foray into the craft world, am I rehashing this event?  I think it was the moment when I, a not-too-crafty person, first tapped into the complexity and depth of the subject of craft and craft making.  Honestly, I just couldn’t fathom how this well-regarded company with dozens of talented craft experts in its employ would, with such extreme confidence, advertise at-home crafting as simple, cost-effective, and useful in our everyday lives!  Okay okayyyy, perhaps it behooves them to portray crafting as accessible to boost revenue of the company’s extensive product line of craft supplies at two of America’s big box retailers.  But still, I challenge that notion.

Surely, I must not be the only one who secretly longs to become a convert to craft, but doubts its real-world merit and her own capabilities? Sleuthing the net, I could find no support group for the clueless crafters, only clubs dedicated to the already devout.

Here’s my “club” to the those of us who want to learn how to craft with conviction, and how to put it to work within the context of our personal journeys.

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Hours in, formatting becomes a nightmare

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A rather smart-looking mag holder even with its mismatched edges.  I like the burgundy mat board, which I opted for instead of the white the basic white that was shown.  The white piping motif was a great accident; I never thought  that bending mat board would expose its white interior.

Magazine Holder How-To

  1. Download the template from our website and print at 200 percent. Print on multiple pieces of letter paper and tape together, if necessary.
  2. Temporarily secure template to mat board, using double-sided tape.
  3. Using a mat knife, cut through the solid lines of the template.
  4. Score on dotted lines with the mat knife by gently and carefully cutting halfway through board. (Tip: You may want to practice scoring on a piece of scrap mat board first.)
  5. Fold board at score lines, and form into the box shape. Glue the long, thin tab to the inside of the box with craft glue, squaring the box. Hold in place with a binder clip until dry.
  6. Fold all but the largest flap in to form the bottom. Spread craft glue on the bottom of the folded flaps, and fold the largest flap in to meet them, squaring the box as you do so. Place magazines or other weight inside the holder to keep in place until dry.

Renegade Craft Fair, Brooklyn

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This past Saturday afternoon was a gloriously sunny day for a schlep to Brooklyn’s McCarren Park for a day of craft seeing in honor of the 2009 East Coast leg of the Chicago-based Renegade Craft Fair.  Thankfully my husband came along, helping make the 50-minute subway sojourn from Manhattan’s Upper West Side considerably less of a yawner.  Besides, we got a chance to read the Travel and Real Estate sections of the New York Times together.  Ahh, domestic bliss!

With our noses buried in the paper, neither of us realized that the L train to Williamsburg’s Bedford Avenue was taking us much further away from the utopic suburbia of the West 80s than we had imagined.  I was wearing. . .gasp. . .a blue striped Ralph Lauren polo.  With Prada sunglasses.  In Williamsburg! While the artfully disheveled hipsters may have not been judging me or us, the seemingly only married couple, I’ll go right ahead and stereotype.  We looked like priiiiicks!!  The gulf between us and them was plain old enormous, making me secretly wish that I had not gotten us so far out of our league. . .and that we could dive back into the subway and go 10,000 leagues under the sea.

Amidst the commotion of urban youth criss-crossing Bedford from one low key brunch joint to the corner bodega for a fresh pack of cigs, my husband and I noticed a large number heading North in the direction of the Renegade Craft Fair.  We joined in.  For the four or so blocks that we walked in step with the indie crowd, I spent the time rehashing my visions of the craft fairs of my youth.  These were not the hokey, might I say, hicky crocheting festivals to domestic idleness that I remember.  Rather, this shindig meant serious business, and that capitalism was well at work here.  These crafters (I find it interesting that the website for the Fair refers to the participants as “artists” or “artisans,” not crafters) were well trained in the visual and applied arts, lending generous doses of the latest trends in graphic design to their finished products.

“Pictorial Oddities”

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It didn’t take long for me to spot the prevailing trend, but whether I could explain it was a different story.  Why all the fuss over owls, birds, octopus, and dogs? It seemed like every booth from the felt handbag to the silkscreen tee had a slightly different storyline for these creatures, yet they came similarly packaged:  cutesy, simplified and often humorous — although, some verged on the morbid — versions of land and sea life, rendered in the boldness of primary color.  Indeed, as one booth declared on its signage, these were “pictorial oddities.”

Still at a loss for explanation, I googled the words, “crafting owl octopus” and was surprised to come upon an article from December 2008 titled, “Octopus Replaces Owl as Twee Mascot” (Time Out New York, December 16, 2008).  Ok, so I’ve picked up on something, despite being absolutely clueless to this “twee” word and its attendant world.  With further investigation, twee has a definition with deep cultural (-ly loaded) roots, originally tied to indie pop music of the late 80s in the UK.  Twee lyrics were fey and innocent, sung to the jangling of guitars and with a grand deference to sixties pop.  In its simplicity, though, twee symbolizes a passive revolt from the here-and-now, a soft, cuddly reversion into the aesthetics of childhood that today is all the rage.  When this pair of upwardly mobile yuppies stepped off the L Train, we had unwittingly entered an aesthetic revolution.  Suddenly, my misgivings about embarking upon a life of craft seemed unfounded.  Craft is again a movement taking on steam, confronting culture’s misconceptions about its merit by drawing us into its gingerbread fantasy and then stuffing us in the oven to bake.  That’s when it’s at its best:  serving up a powerful commentary on you and itself.

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Owl

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Morbidly cute?  Interesting commentary on taxidermy.

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Twee lifestyle

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Just a sampling of the different takes on the age-old sampler

As the purpose of my online musings on all things craft does not remotely concern itself with “reporting back” on great shops, trends or restaurants I visit, I would not include the links below.  But, as I have embarrassingly mentioned before, I have a shred of confidence that anyone would care how I would use craft to build myself into a whole woman.  Maybe this will never see a human’s eyes?  So, these links are for ME.  Hey, that felt quite good to say, even if only in private.

I recently got married.  I have time to cook wonderful meals.  I am a woman.  I think an apron is secretly awesome, but fear what it means for and about me at this stage in my life.  I am a daughter of a feminist.  I like a few these aprons, especially the crafter’s premise:

I have a deep knowledge of art history.  I have a graduate degree in all things pertaining to fine art and the art market.  Frames are fraught with tension because they are meant to elevate art without being noticed.  There’s a no-competition rule they are supposed to follow in the contemporary fine art world, which I think is a fascinating topic.  I empathize with the frame’s role.  The crafter (God, does he want to be called a crafter?  Who really does?  After all, he did attend the Craft Fair, so why not?) who repurposed these new frames into their lacquered look made them solely to showcase his work.  I asked for just the frames.

For more on the derivation of twee, click here.

American Idle

As I was flipping through the channels the other day fretting over just howww! I was going to make a career of craft, the Divinity of TV threw me a bone.  I had come upon a 2003 re-run of The King of Queens called “American Idle,” (Season 6) an episode in which Carrie loses her job but resolves to use the time to “find herself.” Amongst the multitude of failed ways she comes to terms with her predicament — including checking a drawer of pens one-by-one for remaining ink –, Carrie sees her greatest hope in crafting.  It had been her dream to tap into her creative side all along, but work had always gotten in the way.  Now, she had all the time in the world, and she could barely summon the strength to get started.

The show comes to a climax when Doug, Carrie’s husband, confronts his sulking, idle wife.  Still wearing the fuzzy, baby blue robe that she had been for days, Carrie promises her husband that she will get to work on something useful.  After several trips to the craft store, Carrie with the help of her elderly father and his friend, develops “mobile homes,” kitschy protective cases designed for her friends’ cell phones.  What comes out of her fury of activity is a public flop that forces her to re-examine herself in light of her current situation.  The show raises many pertinent questions that women of today, many who have lost or cannot sercure work, can fully understand.  For those women who do craft from their homes, this episode seems to trivialize the merit of crafting.  Isn’t it just something that women do to busy themselves between washing and folding the laundry?  Could crafting ever be a serious career?  In the end why, despite the fact that Carrie’s crafts are not a hit, do the writers for the show not allow her even the semblance of inner pride for what she has done?  Did she not learn something about herself from the process of crafting?  Or, will she only be allowed to “find herself” when a monetary value enters the picture, conferring a direct value upon the work she does?  Is this a good or bad message for women, for crafters?

If I have ever had any doubts about launching myself into craft, they have been exponentially reaffirmed.

Baking Up Friendship

I have been craving the time, energy, and right to spend some of my day indulging in a read of my choice since I was in middle school.  When I closed the last required text of my graduate education this spring, I had hit a milestone in my life.  I had finally come to that day of freedom!  As of that moment, I have been peppering my days with a myriad of books from the classics to chic lit.  It is hard, however, to justify what I am doing.  We are in a deep recession; I am still without a career, waiting on the deafening silence from human resources to be broken by the words “You’re hired!  The work you did during the internship here at (domestic maven) is so valuable, we couldn’t pass it up”; and, reading for pleasure makes me think that I just may be two steps away from being June Cleaver.  Although, I doubt she really would be allowed to fill her head up with reading nonsense.  Does anyone think that the name cleaver conjures up a whole lot of heinous thoughts of women and the oft-stifling American suburbia??  Anyways, I digress?  Simply put, I have been uncomfortable with my newfound freedom.

A book club is the remedy, I thought!  Right after our wedding, in October 2008 I had contacted the Wisconsin Alumni Association to suggest that a New York City chapter of our Association, or the Big Apple Badgers as we call ourselves, start such a club.  When I recognized that I seemed to be its only ardent supporter, I put it on the back burner. Shortly thereafter I got THE internship at the company of my dreams through sheer perseverance (yes, I had applied for a full-time job as a stylist at its publishing arm, the weddings magazine in late August, which never came to fruition), the one for which I am now on eggshells in anticipation of whether the sweat and tears will translate into a permanent, paying position.  At my core I have never been a wait-and-see woman; instead, I put the discomfort about my joblessness into a flurry of productivity, instituting the first Alumni book club in recent memory in the NYC area.  It wasn’t easy rounding up different generations of alums, all who have different expectations from the reading arrangement, some more complex than others. Nonetheless, last Thursday evening I flung open the doors to my home and welcomed in my fellow schoolmates. Above all, I sought the cozy sensation of our shared histories.

The sentiment of camaraderie that I hoped to elicit from the book meetings has been greatly enjoyed by others.  I wanted to share one note I received, as I believe that it speaks of the life and career I want to build for myself:

“A very belated thank you for hosting our first Badger Read-In.  (My mouth is still watering over that biscotti!)

It was so much fun meeting you, a fellow Madisonian!  I find the academic and professional course you’re choosing an interesting one and enjoyed talking about the merits of working at home.

I’ve started to read our book, think it was a great choice, and am looking forward to some spirited conversation!

all my best … see you on The Quatorze Juillet!”

The woman who penned this note graduated in the early 70s and since then has been making her way as a freelance writer.  From the moment I met her, I knew she was a bright, kindred spirit.  She has made a career of and for her life; there is little separation from what she is and what she does.  Or, what I should say is that she has been vigilant about crafting her life into something that honors the integrity.  I would like to think that the letter she sent along suggests that she knows exactly what journey I am on.

I guess it was all worth the hot tears I shed during the preparation of the the biscotti dough and the buffing of wine glasses.  I had supposed myself to be in a domestic hell, bound for meaninglessness and years of housewifery while my husband ascended the corporate ladder.  What I had not tapped into, though, was that I had made something.  I had kneaded the heck out of a cornmeal dough and out of the oven came a delicious opportunity for friendship.  Now . . . that’s just witchcraft.

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Above, cornmeal-currant biscotti from Baking with Julia

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Book cover of baking recipes based on Julia Child’s PBS Series

Career Networking in 2009

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of career networking.  And by that, I mean two events.  But, yes, it was an amazing two events, full of  hope and pure delight.  If you asked anyone who attended the Big 10 Networking Event  at Tonic lounge in Times Square http://tonicbarnyc.com/media/tonicbarnointro.html last night, some who have been jobless since September 2008 and some who were laid off last week, they’d say that this is exactly where they pictured they’d be.  If you sense sarcasm, right on. The premise behind attending a networking “event” in a tanking economy is more like being invited to a child’s birthday party where the clown’s face is painted arsenic-white and he won’t stop heinously laughing — at you.  Actually, that clown probably got his job after several failed attempts on the career networking circuit.

Having just finished my Master’s degree a month ago, I’m a newbie to the career networking social hours that are held in abundance in this city.  I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but I think I was looking more forward to meeting a fellow alum and striking up a friendship than I was to opening up the whole the-economy-is-in-the-crapper chit chat.  Within 30 seconds, I had a desperate gal from Ohio State talking economy with me.  She narrated just how bleak it was out there, all the while trying to assure herself and me that this was a spiritual awakening.  She was glad for such life-changing hardships.   Fear was all I registered and now I wasn’t feeling so peachy either.

Suddenly I couldn’t breathe.  She jabbed me in the stomach when I least needed it.  With my bicep still throbbing from the cr-injury I received at the wrath of the hot iron, I was feeling a bit torn up.  How the hell was I supposed to hand out those crafty, embossed business cards with any pride now?  I forced myself to make these with the networking event in mind, after all.  But I mean, people, it’s bad out there.  Did you know the economy is in the toilet?  Oh, you did? Well, I just wanted to remind you.

Once again the Cluelesscrafter.com is my secret.  The only reference to it is now languishing in the bottom of my fancy purse, waiting for the moment of determination to fire up the nerves. . . in my non-gimpy arm, of course.  Then I’ll go digging deep inside, brandishing that scrap of paper with the self-confidence of a woman who just made something of herself.  For herself.