My first thought? I’m rubber, you’re glue. Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you. Doesn’t make glue sound all that appealing. Thoughts of horses, too. But….
Listening to Morning Edition this morning on the way to the gym…Susan Orleans of New Yorker fame and of Orchid Thief fame…had an essay about crafts. I’d post the link, but I’m heading to the beach and it’s not up yet. (Loveladies, here we come!)
Anyway, Orleans told of a visit to AC Moore, the arts and crafts store extraordinaire. She talked about some of the kits there, talked to a guy who collect carrots (he already had the plastic model that they carried) and to a young girl in the clay department who was working on a model of Earth.
One store employee – whose name I can’t recall – talked about googly eyes and, most importantly, glue. She said that real women have glue guns. She also said that everything in this life is held together with something and that, for her, glue is the symbol of all that cohesion.
People really think about craft supplies that way?
Whatever it is that we do with most of our time–I suppose we must find some higher meaning in it beyond passing the time.