I may be able to scrape paint on a canvas, but when Halloween rolls around I’ll be standing in line at the big box store to buy my kids cheap, mass-produced character costumes because the thought of making them out of household items makes my blood run cold. I can thread a needle, but I can barely follow a recipe and couldn’t coordinate a dinner party to save my life. Yet the same creative instinct that compels me to keep adding to my spray paint collection inspires my neighbor to bake the most amazing cookies and a friend to supplement her income by hosting jewelry parties for strangers.
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