My daughter, who just turned 8, is a very enthusiastic crafter.
Her hobbies include crochet, origami, knitting, sewing, drawing, cutting up random cardboard boxes, stealing my craft supplies and using anything else she can get her hands on to create a mess… the bigger the better.
Nothing is too precious, and she is not too proud to pluck things out of the trash in her own version of up-cycling. This of course is a great source of stress for me and my “germ-a-phobic” tendencies.
Her dream when she grows up includes some sort of amalgamation of being an Artist who works at PetSmart, and is also an Astronaut on the side. And somehow this lifestyle should include wearing a lot of pink ball gown type dresses. (As a parent, I am trying to kindly steer her away from the PetSmart career.) But you have to live your dreams, people. So who knows what she will end up doing.
In the meantime, she is going to turn my once organized home office into her personal studio. She is going to pester me for supplies, and she is going to spend all her hard earned quarters on craft supplies, and books. The point is that she is learning, she’s happy AND she’s entertaining her little brother in the process.