Although I’m aware that most of my readers are female, I’ve always been careful to write my blog posts as though addressing both sexes. No use of ‘Ladies!’ or ‘Girls’ when talking to the reader. Though now I’ve said that, you’re probably going to point out all the times I’ve broken my own rules. Still, I’m keen never to draw a line in the sand that says ‘This way no man comes.’ I mean, why not?
I loved So Zo’s recent post where she protested at the man in her life taking over the crochet in their home. And Sewaholic’s recent blog request for stories about partners threw up several interesting reports of men settling down in front of domestic sewing machines. More power to their elbows, say I!
So I thought I’d throw my towel into the ring and share a couple of examples of Man Craft in our home. The above is an Advent Calendar of sorts that my boyfriend made in woodwork class in school, back when he was a kid. During the countdown to Christmas, you rub out the number and rewrite it each morning with marker pen. Wood is involved, as is a saw (I guess) and are those signs of a soldering implement? Anyway, it’s crafting and I can just imagine how proud Ian would have been, bringing this home to his mum.
On to more recent makes…
Once upon a time this was food on a plate. A Yorkshire pudding, to be exact. Ian decided to carve a face and the Yorkshire Pudding Monster was born, rescued from dinner scraps going into the bin. It now lives in various locations in our front room, intermittently changing position so that Ian can always keep it in his line of vision and smile fondly. (Does he love the Yorkshire Pudding Monster more than he loves me? Don’t answer that question.)
I’ve campaigned for expulsion of this monster. I mean, it’s a food stuff – or once was! Won’t it attract mice? Except now it more closely resembles cardboard and I don’t think even a hungry mouse would be interested in it. I suspect the Yorkshire Pudding Monster will still be going strong in 20 years time.
It’s crafting – I think. It’s something Ian made. I know I should cherish it, but it’s the face only a father could love. It’s Man Craft.
Do any of you have partners, friends, siblings who turn their hands to, erm, unusual creative tasks?