Ever since I was a kid, I've loved creating things. Somewhere in the archives are pictures of my various and sundry crafts and attempts at the finer arts.

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There are truly indiscernible paintings, and pages with just a fuckton of glitter glued on randomly. There are caterpillars constructed out of clothes pins with a magnet, mini pompoms, pipe cleaners, and googly-eyes (obv) -- those were also my first entrepreneurial endeavor as several of my father's coworkers bought them to clip paper work to the side of a filing cabinet. I think they were a quarter. I didn't retire on that gig. 

 

There are photos of me as various characters constructed mostly from cardboard boxes and there are remnants in a giant bin of the poems, songs, greeting cards, crossword puzzles, and one overly complicated pinball  "machine" (also, cardboard. This was pre-Amazon, I have no idea where all this cardboard was coming from) that I made while whiling away my hours as an only child, hoping one day Santa would bring me a sibling. Santa is smarter than me. 

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