Crafting, or ‘making things,’ has always been a delightful pastime of mine because it requires putting common elements together in order to achieve a lovely something that nobody needs.
I cried when I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet. And then I laughed REALLY hard.
I listen. I like to give advice. Mostly, Ill just try to listen to my friends, and theyll say the same thing over and over again.
I like to entertain in all aspects. When you’re with somebody and you’re out, you want to be entertained.
My little brother Paul. He owns his own floor sanding business called Silly P Hardwood Floors and hes really good.
The moment someone says, ‘Hey, everyone, listen to the words in this song,’ your party is over.
I’m not a good storyteller. I always think I’m going to get interrupted, or something’s going to get edited. I think that comes from being in a large family, so you have to get your story in really quick or someone cuts you off.
I like crafts that are made out of necessity because they’re a little naive – you made it because you needed it.
I like people who would rather something be discovered than shoved in your face.
I need a costume to be convinced that I’m somebody else. Otherwise, it’s just me. It’s just Amy saying lines. I haven’t really become somebody else. And what’s the fun in that?
I’m very domestic; I love cleaning. I love cooking. I like waiting on people. I just like to make things. I don’t break that down to be weakness, or the only things women can do, or putting me back 20 years.
I like working with the public, I like working with food, and I like making cash.
I love theatrical props: a cup filled with solid fake tea, say, or a collection of fake food, including a rubber turkey, which, during the holidays, I wrap in tinfoil so it appears to have just come out of the oven.
I like to make things, but I looked at old craft books on weaving or mosaics or whatever, I’m like, ‘I don’t really know anything about that stuff.’
Sometimes it’s just enough for me to have the idea. I don’t need to see it through to the end. When it actually happens, I’m always disappointed because it’s never like what I imagined in my head. When an idea becomes a reality, then it’s a job. I’d rather just think about it.
I have no desire to carry a movie.
My kitchen’s pink, like skin-tone pink, and I lowered my spice rack so it’s eye level – it’s true! – and my phone, so I can reach it when I fall, it’s right there.
I’ve never done heroin or slept with people for money or anything.
An alcoholic at a small gathering is called an intervention.
How do you teach hope?