I know how to sew, although my lack of attention to detail dictates that no one ever look on the inside of a garment I have made. Ever.
I do keep a scrapbook, but it will certainly never win any awards or make it into one of those cutsie magazines.
I cannot knit and I crochet like I have feet where my hands should be. My quilts would undoubtedly be crooked if I ever got around to making any. There is dust on nearly every flat surface in my house and at least one rotten vegetable in my fridge.
I am no good at throwing dinner parties. I cannot decorate to save my life and there are no "best dressed" awards in my future either.