I’ve always wanted to learn how to crochet, but since artistic competence skipped a generation, I suck at anything that remotely resembles art. I can’t draw, I can’t paint, I can’t play any musical instruments, I can’t even embroider. I taught myself how to sew enough that I could reattach buttons or hem trousers or repair rips/holes in clothing, but that’s about it. My mom used to make pillows for my sister and I when we were little, and she’d embroider these beautiful cases for us — mine was pink and purple, hers was orange and yellow. My dad can draw wonderfully. Me…I can’t do shit. I’d be jealous if it wasn’t fruitless. I’ve tried over the years to get the hang of crochet especially, because I’d love to knit myself a big blanket, but every time I try, I fail, and then get depressed. Maybe one day. Maybe.