Arts and Crafts We go shopping in the arts and crafts store full of inspirational sayings and rustic signs like “Be Someone’s Reason to Smile” and “Bless This Kitchen” and I am overcome with the feeling of childhood, being told how to act, as if my adult life has somehow not prepared me for what to do in all particular situations and so I must need to buy these signs to tell me how I should behave and what I should think. Of course, we all must look at these and say, that is so me, or they wouldn’t sell in the first place. I hold up a picture frame filled with a collage of different black and white shots, a couple holding hands smiling, children laughing, a mother and daughter, presumably, baking together with smiles, of course. A woman next to me piles the frames in her cart, one after the next, a primitive, unrefined style of unfinished wood, another one in shiny gold with slight patina camouflaging the newness. She glances over at me and smiles swiftly grabbing a wall hanging with a chicken wearing a pearl necklace and a faded blue bow with “Be One of a Kind” in bold letters across the top. She studies it for a while and puts it in her cart taking two more, supposedly for gifts, because why not when uniqueness is so darn affordable.