When I was growing up, I would come home from school and my mom would say, "Oh, good, J-pie, come hold this!" I'd set down my backpack and come into the kitchen — paper scraps, prototypes, tapes and glue on every horizontal surface.

My mom would be standing in this beautiful turmoil, a sculptural creation in front of her, hot glue gun in hand. "What do you think?" she'd ask. And a couple hours later, we'd emerge from the creative chaos with something new.

The really cool thing I noticed as I grew into adulthood is that my mom creates these moments for everyone — she invites them in to her projects and they come away feeling filled up, with renewed confidence in themselves.

We want to bring our kitchen table to you, with all the love, joy, and creative hilarity it gave us. Come pull up a chair and see where the crafts take you.