help me, obi-wan kenobi; you're my only hope!

they say that admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery. well, i have a problem. and it's not gummy bears. (sidenote: i found gummy pumpkins at the store the other day. LOVE!) no, no, my problem is much bigger than that. much more sinister. i'm a little nervous to tell you about it. maybe i'll just keep it to myself a bit longer. or maybe forever. okay, okay. i'll tell you. but you can't tell anyone. okay? alright. here it is. my dirty little secret...

i
am
a
crafter

there i said it. i'm a crafter. what's worng with crafting? nothing. not inherently. but i went to school for 6 years to earn a degree in fine arts. so what? SO WHAT!? SO, ARTISTS ARE SNOBS!!! it's true. and i'm allowed to say it because i am one. we spend inordinate amounts of time studying and dissecting the art of others. we think we know what art is (we don't, by the way, but we'll never admit it). we make a distinction between art and craft. art is art and craft is not art! and here i am, an artist who crafts. do you see my dilemma? no? NO?! oh dear. well, in that case, i suppose i should just give in and come to dark side. after all, they have cookies. really cute, decorated cookies.

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