You would think that coming from someone like me, who has always been pretty crafty, that this week should be easy, but I’m feeling a little stumped. Ever since I was little, I was always working on some kind of artsy project, or baking. scrapbooking, painting, drawing, or something, so I have a lot of homemade things. When it comes to photographing it, however, I can only think of one thing to shoot; food.
I don’t know why, in this world of Etsy, cupcakes, and craft fairs which I have created for myself, there should be a million more things coming to my mind, but it’s what I keep going back to. I suppose that’s one of the first homemade things I really made — cookies with my family. Ever since my brother and I were little, we would make cookies with my dad, and Christmas cookies were always a huge deal at my grandmother’s house. Aside from baking, my mother was always very creative, I suppose, in the kitchen, making new “experiments” for us to try for dinner. We appreciated the effort, and some things were great, but also have learned of a saying from my grandfather which was: “That was good, but, don’t make it again”.