Based on a true story.
Oct. 13th, 2010 07:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroserose"Hey, want to come over to my house on Wednesday?" I ask my friend Janae, as we clean up the winery's tasting room in preparation for a new bout of customers. "We could watch movies, or make pizza, or just hang out and read."
"I don't know," she says as she hauls the mop bucket out of the sink, its bulk looking significantly smaller against her tall frame. "I was actually going to spend some time with paper and scissors, if you get my drift. Have you ever tried it out?"
I think for a moment, pausing from wiping down the bar. "Nah, not for myself, although I've known people who were into that."
"Most people know someone, whether or not they know that they know them." She sets down the bucket, sloshing a bit of water onto the floor. "Lots of people aren't open about their habits. Afraid others will judge them for it."
"Isn't it supposed to be pretty addictive, though?" Given my family history, I can't help but worry.
She scoffs. "Only if you can't keep it under control." I watch her wring out the mop and start moving it back and forth over the tiles. "Seriously, it's no big deal, and it's fun. Why don't I bring my equipment over? I've got a few pieces I can start you off with."
"Well, I was thinking that I needed to try something new with my time." I finish with the bar and start setting up the wine bottles. "It's not super-expensive, right?"
"Depends on how fancy you want to get. But it's not like a crack habit or anything, no." She wrings out the mop. "Besides, you just can't get that into it here - not enough suppliers. You have to go to Tucson for the really good stuff."
That Wednesday, Janae came over, and she did indeed give me some paper (I already had the scissors).
Now, a couple weeks later, this is what my once-empty kitchen table looks like:
But it's been a valuable lesson, in all. I've learned that for me, there's no such thing as "one time". I can't just "try it out". When it comes to crafts, it's either nothing or it's all the way.
Here's hoping my family doesn't have to stage an intervention soon.
"I don't know," she says as she hauls the mop bucket out of the sink, its bulk looking significantly smaller against her tall frame. "I was actually going to spend some time with paper and scissors, if you get my drift. Have you ever tried it out?"
I think for a moment, pausing from wiping down the bar. "Nah, not for myself, although I've known people who were into that."
"Most people know someone, whether or not they know that they know them." She sets down the bucket, sloshing a bit of water onto the floor. "Lots of people aren't open about their habits. Afraid others will judge them for it."
"Isn't it supposed to be pretty addictive, though?" Given my family history, I can't help but worry.
She scoffs. "Only if you can't keep it under control." I watch her wring out the mop and start moving it back and forth over the tiles. "Seriously, it's no big deal, and it's fun. Why don't I bring my equipment over? I've got a few pieces I can start you off with."
"Well, I was thinking that I needed to try something new with my time." I finish with the bar and start setting up the wine bottles. "It's not super-expensive, right?"
"Depends on how fancy you want to get. But it's not like a crack habit or anything, no." She wrings out the mop. "Besides, you just can't get that into it here - not enough suppliers. You have to go to Tucson for the really good stuff."
That Wednesday, Janae came over, and she did indeed give me some paper (I already had the scissors).
Now, a couple weeks later, this is what my once-empty kitchen table looks like:
But it's been a valuable lesson, in all. I've learned that for me, there's no such thing as "one time". I can't just "try it out". When it comes to crafts, it's either nothing or it's all the way.
Here's hoping my family doesn't have to stage an intervention soon.
