Okay, it has come to my attention via yarn-wary husband, that I am a yarn-pusher. Apparently, I give away needles and yarn and show others how to cast on and knit in the hopes of them forming an addiction. Now, I do not own my own yarn shop. I do not spin, dye, or sell my own yarn or notions. So I beg to differ. However, I can kinda see his point. Kinda.
Pictured is our son, Brian, who has chosen to knit a floppy bunny in Camo-colored yarn. Yes, I knew he liked camo. And yes I supplied him with the yarn. And the needles. And the pattern. So this doesn't look so good afterall. Hubby was quick to point out that not only do I push yarn, but apparently I've expanded my dastardly pushing to include sewing, scrapbooking, general crafting, and crocheting. Case in point - my 3 year old daughter was embossing plain paper with hearts (one of those cheapy embossing rollers you roll the paper through) and then using my chalks to chalk the embossed hearts last night while our son was knitting the body of his floppy bunny.
To my own defense, I must say - I don't walk around on street corners in a conspicuous trench trying to sell pinking shears and ModPodge. So I think some of what hubby is saying is a bit unfounded. But, I guess I must concede that there are craft/knitting supplies in every room of our apartment and in my car. My daughter asks for ModPodge by name for her crafting projects. My son knows he dislikes Lily Cotton but likes Blue Sky Alpacas Dyed Cotton and that it's organic. My son has never made a model airplane, but has knitted scarves and sewn together and lined a canvas beach bag (in boy colors he likes me to point out). My kids are excited every time we go to the yarn shop, JoAnn's, or Michaels. And even my dog has something handmade by the family.
Craft is not a crime, I tell you! It's a privilege. An expensive privilege. But a privilege nonetheless!