I have never claimed to be Martha Stewart, nor would any one ever classify me as "crafty".  Every now and again I get a bug - one that would make me look like June Cleaver (minus the apron and hairdo).  
The husband always says I am crafty, but I'm not.  Not in the traditional sense of the word.  I don't go to craft shows looking for ideas.  I don't have wooden signs hung around my home adorned with kitschy sayings.  My home is actually pretty bare except for the few art works hanging on the walls.  
The "crafts" I do enjoy are few and far between and pretty random.  I do enjoy sewing, although I would never offer to teach anything other than how my machine works and how to sew a line. I have made a few articles of clothing, a few bags and some curtains, but I would never call myself a pro.  I have attempted knitting, not much success and every now and again I will crochet, but it's usually the same, basic stitch that turns into a scarf (or if I am feeling especially crafty, a baby blanket).  I have many long pieces of crocheting that have yet to turn into anything.  And on occasion I have been known to paint the odd flower pot. 
My latest attempt I am holding out hope for success.  Mainly because I don't think I can screw it up.  Although maybe I should wait until I am finished, because with me, I could probably find a way to screw it up.  
I made bread once.  Well, rolls actually.  It doesn't really matter though because they were inedible and found their way into the trash pretty quickly.  I think they may have been harder than hockey pucks.  Maybe even harder than the 
hardest material known to man.  I haven't made a second attempt...until today.  I got a bread machine this Christmas.  It seems pretty simple.  I can't mess up too badly when all I have to do is throw in the materials, plug it in and press the buttons, right???  I guess we will see, but I won't drop dead if it comes out like a brick or in crumbs.
Stay tuned.