I Failed First Grade, Which Is My

Imagination! My Problem Is That I Have So Many Ideas, I Never Have Enough Time To Use Them All. Just The Other Day I Thought Up Eleven Things I Could Do With A Flowerpot. Eleven! Three Of Those Things Didn't Even Involve Plants.

I Always Liked My Teachers, And I Was In A Lot Of After-school Projects. I Was A Girl Scout Until My Senior Year, When I Couldn't Be A Girl Scout Anymore. I Was In Clubs Like Junior Achievement, And I Ran Track And Field. My Grades Were Good, But Then Toward 11th Grade They Were Nothing. I Always Went To Summer School.

As My Guests Leave Even My Most Simple Parties, I Consistently Hear The Same Thing: 'that Was The Best Time I Ever Had,' And It's Always Me Saying It. But I Do Know In My Heart They All Feel The Same Way, Probably.

I'd Rather Have A Part Where You Walk Into A Room And You Leave. That's Perfect For Me.

Some Crafts Have Been Practiced For Centuries. These Crafts Were Created Using Skills Passed From Generation To Generation, And Were Motivated By Necessity Such As Baskets And Pottery, Or Artistic Expression, Such As More Baskets And More Pottery. Today, There Is A Much More Leisurely Attitude Toward Crafting, And Virtually Anyone Without A Job And Access To Pipe Cleaners Can Join The Elite Society Of Crafters.