I, too, had a childhood briefly blighted by macrame. It was one in a long line of my mother's fads which also included wood-carving, stained glass, and building radios from scratch.

*bonds*

My mother was not meant for hobbies, and after a while I think she got that, but my youth was greatly marred by her attempts to develop one. Like, she's actually an incredible gardener/plant-grower-person (which I did not inherit from her - I kill plants merely by becoming aware of their existence), but during roughly the same time period as the Unfortunate Macrame Experiment, she started a garden in which she planted twenty-four zucchini plants. There were four of us. I will leave you to imagine the many creative uses we found for zucchini in the months that followed the first zucchini's appearance. (It's a tribute to my love of vegetables that I'm still quite fond of zucchini, although I remain surprised that I have to pay for them, since in my youth everyone was so desperate to give them away.)

My mother did the stained-glass thing, too. (And pottery, and leatherworking, and needlecrafts.) But she never built radios. I'm sad about this; I would have enjoyed the radio building, I think.

I also have the time travel kink. I wonder if the two things are connected?

We should investigate this thoroughly. Maybe early exposure to unfortunate crafts leaves children with a need to go back in time and prevent the craft from ever developing. Which, of course, leads to a time travel kink.

Or maybe we just spent a lot of time hiding from our craft-ridden mothers, reading time travel stories.

Completely right except for the lovable bit.

Not lovable, then? What adjectives are more appropriate? *prepares to take notes*