My mom has handed down one of her best traits, crafting. She has always been able to find anything and make it into something. My crafting began when I was a freshman in high school. We had recently moved into a house that my dad had built and took everything with us from the old house to the new. As we began unloading the truck I noticed a beat up dresser that my dad was going to tear apart and use the wood for a fire, it caught my eye. Walking into the house and frantically told my 
dad that he couldn't tear it apart because I was going to use it. He looked at me with the look of "it's a piece of junk Danae, what could you possibly make out of it". Well after filling in holes, sanding it down, and cleaning it, that piece of junk became a focal point of my bedroom. After it was all said and done, my dad was a little disappointed. He was not disappointed because he couldn't use it for wood, but because he loved it so much that he said he could never get rid of it. Never getting rid of it meant that he would have move it with us each time we moved.
dad that he couldn't tear it apart because I was going to use it. He looked at me with the look of "it's a piece of junk Danae, what could you possibly make out of it". Well after filling in holes, sanding it down, and cleaning it, that piece of junk became a focal point of my bedroom. After it was all said and done, my dad was a little disappointed. He was not disappointed because he couldn't use it for wood, but because he loved it so much that he said he could never get rid of it. Never getting rid of it meant that he would have move it with us each time we moved.Recently I have created a headboard out of an old shutter that I found in the basement of where I work. It fits perfectly above my bed. I love crafting because I can make so many neat things for the price of almost nothing.
