Once I left my (very southern) household and got out from my parents' thumb many moons ago I threw out all my makeup and pantyhose and I think I can count on both hands the number of times I've worn makeup in the last 15 years, and on one hand the times I've worn pantyhose in the last 23. (Yes, I'm sure you all really wanted to know that, sorry). I don't know my elbows from my ass in makeup application, and I probably should learn some since I'm like old and shit and could actually probably use it now maybe. I never learned how to do it because I would only do mascara and a little powder and lie to my mother about having my makeup on.
But now I have a 13 year old, who stole all my makeup that had been idling in my bathroom drawer for like 10 years and used it up in 2 months, and who has rolled her eyes at me and insisted on doing my eyeliner and shadow for me so that "it will actually look good." Now all I need is for her to figure out how to use a hot iron for hair (preferably not by experimenting on mine) and I might actually look presentable one of these days.
I admire knitting and crochet a great deal, but every time I've tried to learn them I end up wanting to stab someone (or myself) with the needles and hanging myself with the yarn in frustration so I don't go there anymore. I like naughty cross stitch patterns (https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/subversive-cross-stitch) and I can actually do that stuff without violence. I love to cook. But like crafty stuff that other moms do I mean I'm just a hopeless cause.
So imma just stick to cooking, pottery, and massage.
I just barter for cool shit like scarves and stuff amongst friends. It's amazing what you can trade an hour long massage for!!