I'd be the black sheep in Martha Stewart's family

I am not a crafty person. Well, not in a Martha Stewart, Pintrest post-worthy kind of way. Maybe in the rubbing her hands together maniacally laughing kind of way. But glue-gun savvy I am not.

However, this is the time of year where lots of people get their craft on in a serious way. I will also be getting my "craft" on, though only maybe only in a friendly way. See, crafting and I are friends, sure. We hang out occasionally, have a few laughs, sometimes alcohol is involved, but my desire for crafting is not enough to say we are in any kind of serious relationship. A flirtatious friendship is about all we will ever have.

Maybe it's because I kind of suck at it. I think I am missing the crafting gene or something. Other members of my family have it. My older sister is awesome at it. She makes all kind of things and creates cool cakes for her kids on their birthdays. She even makes her own Christmas cards. Crafty she is (only in the the Martha Stewart way, I promise). My younger sister is a pastry wizard and can make all kinds of beautiful cakes and cookies and the like. They are beautiful, they are delicious and so is she! My brother, well to be honest, I don't know how crafty he is. I know his wife is quite the craft wizard and they make some kick-ass Halloween costumes every year, so there is a good chance he acquired the craft gene as well.

Then there is me. The missing link. The one who DIDN'T get the craft gene (along with the gene that allows you to roll your tongue like a taco shell. (And now, how many of you who CAN do that little trick, just did it?? Show off!)

Don't get me wrong, I like to craft. And I always go into a crafting project with high hopes. I can see the end result in my mind and the steps to get there and it all seems very straight forward and simple. Then, somewhere between my brain and the materials I am using, it goes sideways. Maybe it's my hands, maybe it's my lack of patience, but when it is all said and done my little project either looks like it got hit by a Mack truck or a third grader did it (no offence to third graders out there, I am sure many of you could still do a better job than me.)

My only saving grace is my husband, who is very, very handy. Which, as it turns out, makes him a bit crafty. I don't know if men are supposed to be labeled as crafty, but sorry hun, you kind of are. And I am forever grateful for it! He has saved many a failing crafty project from catastrophe and me from having a nervous break down, with his keen art eye and proper use of a glue gun.

I was first rescued by my crafting knight more than 10 years ago when I decided I wanted to make my own veil for our wedding. The price of tulle, some trim and a comb seems outrageous to me and I thought "I can do that." Yea ... that was my first mistake -I thought. Fast forward two hours later to me cursing at myself in a blubbery mess with a glue gun in my hand. Not a good combo. My soon-to-be hubby charged to me side on his great white steed and soon I was no longer able to say that I made my own veil. We'll just say in was a team effort ...

Little did my husband know that that crafting bail out would be just one of many over the next 10 years and I can say with certainty that there is no end in sight. Because I am going to keep on crafting damn it and one of these days it will turn out just as I imagined it.

Last year I had a glimmer of hope that the crafting tables had turned when I decided to make not one, but TWO Pintrest crafts for our home, plus one more for grandparents. I knew I was a bit greedy with this endeavor, and I must have been hopped up on craft paint and tacky glue because I forged ahead like a soldier into battle. I had a few wounds to show for my efforts, only a few curse words were uttered and in the end, ONE of the projects turned out semi decent. Enough for me to post on Facebook and brag about it a little. The other, well, the other succumbed to typical "Sarah-ness" crafting-wise and I had to be saved by my husband. I mean I could have gotten by without his help, but then whoever looked at it would have wondered how much wine I had while making it. With a little fixing by Jeff it looks like I only had about two glasses, not four. (You'll never know how many I really had though, I'll never tell ... Not unless you get a couple glasses of wine in me ...)

And now back to the 2013 craft-a-ganza. Not quite sure what I am going to make this year. Something for the grandparents I am sure. I will probably bring the kids in to help on it this year. They are old enough, and if there are any imperfection (and trust me there will be), I can just pin it on the kids. (There's an A+ parenting move if I ever saw it.) Cause if it a kid makes a messy craft project it's always cute.

But if a 34-year-old does, it's just sad ...