Craft Camp

Last week my friend Stephanie hosted a Craft Camp¹. It’s a bi-yearly thing she does and this was the third time I’ve been able to go. I don’t know about you, but I always get nervous meeting new people. Like I get REAL nervous. And I end up being super quiet and awkward.

The first time I went to Craft Camp, it was more of a scrapbooking event and I don’t scrapbook. I did bring some index cards, sparkly tape, markers, and glue. I made sweary affirmation cards. They turned out okay-ish. Once I made a few and handed them out, I was pretty much done with sparkly tape and glue. Plus, I really struggle with handwriting after my neck fusion. So Craft Camp 1, with meeting a bunch of brand new people and not really a crafter, was just okay for me.

Craft Camp 2 was a little better than Craft Camp 1. I was a little bit more myself. But I didn’t bring anything to craft. I figured I’d just fuck around on my phone and my laptop for a few days. One of the things cool about Craft Camp is that we take turns cooking a meal for others at camp. My friend, Stephanie and I decided to make a bloody mary bar for dinner. Basically bar food with a bloody. It turned out great! I made my Best in the World Chicken Wings. Everyone loved them! 

I don’t remember why, but I left in a bit of a hurry on Saturday morning. I packed up all my shit quickly. Got home and realized…..I took the wrong chicken wings home. I meant to take my leftover wings, instead I took one of the girl’s chicken wings she meant to share for Saturday night’s Appetizer Night.

I STOLE SOMEONE ELSE’S WINGS THE SECOND TIME AT CAMP!!!!!

Who does this shit?!?!?

I do….

Let’s chat about Craft Camp 3:

I got there Wednesday afternoon. Again. I didn’t bring a craft. Fuck crafts. Wednesday night was pretty quiet. Most people seem to come on Thursday. With the limited number of people around, I got pretty comfortable. I drank a little wine, had a couple shots of honey whiskey, and then……I decided we should all start drinking Cutwaters. One might think this was a huge mistake. But not me! We had a blast! I may or may not have asked the girls to glue some flowers in my hair – okay, I did. Eventually we went to bed, I think around 2-3am. (Which is around the time I usually get up!)

Thursday, I woke up with flowers glued to my hair and I’m pretty sure I was  still drunk. Grabbed some gatorade, went back to bed. Got up later. Still drunk. Got some food, and more gatorade. Back to bed for me. 

More people came and we went out for dinner at The Legion. Bar food was great for hung over self! There was good conversation and lots of laughs. Some people even seemed a bit disappointed they missed Cutwater Wednesday! (They were warned that if they come for Cutwater Wednesday, they will pay for it allll day Thursday.)

Friday night, Stephanie and I upped our bloody mary game. Not only did we have all the regular fun things, including my wings – but I made teeny tiny cheese burgers to go with them. OMG they were so cute:

AND? I didn’t steal anyone’s food this time. I’m getting pretty good at this Craft Camp thing!

Midlife has never felt so good,

~Kimmie, XOXO

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    I’m not a “crafter.” Sure. I’ve tried to make a lot of things in the past, but they never really turn out. Also, I’m not really into collecting things. If I teach myself how to crochet, what the hell am I supposed to do with the things I make? Nothing. So, I gave up on crafts – for now.
   
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