My two sisters are both married off in the biblical sense and after much sleuth work over the holiday season, I think Iāve uncovered the obvious link between them and obtaining lockdown: Theyāre all up into craft.
Allow me to explain:
In the company of either one of them, remaining stationary for five minutes runs the grave risk of being measured up for a felt jumper, or worse still, being drafted into any one of their crafting campaigns. This penchant for fashioning possieās of flowers out of crepe is a phenomenon, but one which may just hold the key to a husband. To argue my point Iāve formulated an equation:
craft = a trigger to visualise home cooked meals in the male brain = courtship = home cooked meals = marriage proposal.
As much as the male species revolts at having their penholders trimmed with lace, the benefits may very well be perceived to outweigh this curse. But more frightening still, for those of us gals who canāt fathom designing our own wrapping paper, sites such as pinterest and etsy are only widening the husband nabbing gap further.
And so with that in mind, Iāve taken on the opinion: if you canāt beat themā¦ā¦ā¦..then scrapbook with them.
As much as my older sister Rachās resume- which includes knitting a bath mat out of T-shirts- is impressive, Iāve decided to use my younger sister, Jess, as my craft mentor. Sheās crocheted several rug and can glue stuff together at a breakneck speed.
Iām going to start off this super gluing, bow fastening journey to marriageville, by trying my hand at one of Jessās Christmas accomplishment: glass table runners.
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