Yesterday DD and her best friend decided to get creative. They used tape, pipe cleaners, paper, a shoe box, ribbon, markers and cardboard. Not sure what exactly they created, but they had a lot of fun. They were only a few feet from where I have my sewing machine set up on the dining table, and unable to use the kitchen table because I had some items on it that I used to make my DT submissions. You would be right if you said that we like to be creative. I put her in a high chair when she was a year old and let her paint t-shirts with her hands. DH was apoplectic. She was covered in t-shirt paint, and giggling.

Years later, her preschool teacher told me that DD was lucky to have a mom who let her be creative. I replied that she had no choice: she comes from a long line of crafters.

I never really thought of myself as creative, just crafty. I like to sew, used to crochet and obviously love to scrapbook. Maybe it is genetic. My mom sews - mainly quilts and has an embroidery machine. She has put cabinets in her root cellar to store crafts, mainly material. My late stepfather had a large metal garage to store his truck and other vehicles and Mom has turned half of that into a large sewing room because there is not enough room in her basement sewing room.

Her mom, my Grandma Maizie, was an excellent cook (her cookies are the stuff of legend), she sewed, refinished furniture and I don't know what else. If she were alive, I know she would have become a scrapbooker.

So, it MUST be genetic, something that carries along our X chromosome, but it also has to be nurtured because my female cousins on that side are not that crafty, but the never-married-aunt is.

Guess I am just lucky that I inherited my creativity and that it has been nurtured and I plan to keep doing the same with my daughter - and if I am lucky, my granddaughters.