I’m an embarrassment to the world of arts and crafts. I’ve never even used a glue gun. But when you spend a day with an extraordinarily gifted artist, you have to enter her world.
The artist enters the room wearing flip-flops decorated with bunches of green grapes–she made them for a wine-tasting party–and we all can’t help but notice them. Soon, my girls are asking about these flip-flops, and the artist says, “We can make any kind you want!”
Next thing I know, we are in Wal-Mart buying bright flip-flops. Then we are in a craft store buying miniature birds, butterflies, orchids, and lots of jewels. Within minutes, the artist has the girls sketching flip-flop designs. She hands me a piece of paper and some butterflies.
I’m wondering when the cameras pop out and tell me this is all one big prank. I don’t do arts and crafts.
But when you hang out with an artist, you learn to do artistic, whimsical, and spontaneous things.
It felt a lot like flair.
I learned to inhabit that world, burning my fingers on hot glue and pricking myself on butterfly antennae.
Later, I wear these flip-flops outside. Mothers and their daughters shriek with delight and want to know where we got our shoes. I imagine a Red Sea of children parting in awe as my flip-flops walk by. Those families are already at Wal-Mart and firing up their glue guns. I’ve created a flip-flop revolution.
So I’m adding this to the list of spontaneous and supremely silly things: dancing in my kitchen, learning double-dutch, and now, gluing butterflies on my shoes. Living with flair means you hang around artistic people and make things every once in a while.