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I used to rip the heads off of my dolls. It was kind of my calling card as a 6 year old. That was back in the day when kids played with super-cool things like dolls, firecrackers, and potatoes. I didn't like dolls. Me? I wanted to build stuff. I wanted to hammer stuff, open it, take it apart, fix it, and recreate it.
Which in the landscape of the mid-1970's pretty much meant I wanted to be a boy, much to the chagrin of my doll loving mother.
But this isn't the story of a little girl who became a boy, even though that story would probably make a lot more money and guarantee at least a 13 episode run on TLC, it's the story of a little girl who grew up to be a woman who got featured in ...
And here's how it happened.
I grew up in a two-story house on a suburban street in a small town in Ontario, Canada. Growing up, summer vacation was the same all across town. Kids were sent out to play as soon as they drank the last bit of pink milk from their bowl of Frankenberries, and 12 hours later, the street lights would come on and they would scatter like cockroaches. It was during those impossibly long summer days that I found my fun. It wasn't dragging around a doll or dreaming about getting married; my fun was found in the garage.
I spent my summers building forts, go-carts, bird traps and little mounds of nothing that were nailed together. It's what I was born to do and nothing was ever going to change me. Until something did. It all ended in the summer of 1977. The winter prior, my parents had vacationed in Mexico, and they’d brought home a marble bull, a chess set, and one Mexican marionette with a straw hat named Pablo. JUST like that I hung up my hammer and became an entertainer. Pablo and I had a 2-month run on my front porch with daily shows that summer for the neighbourhood kids. It's like a drug, being able to entertain people. It's addictive. And there isn't a rehab in the world that can control it.
So as it turns out I was wrong, and my mom was right. I did like dolls. I just needed a few strings attached.
As I got older I realized being a puppeteer maybe wasn't a viable career option so I did what every person who doesn't know what to do with their life does. I went to university and studied Sociology.
Which, as it often does, led to a 15 year long career as a television host and writer.
Shows came and went and series got picked up and cancelled. I hosted lifestyle shows, DIY shows, competition shows but mostly I did a lot of commentary. Just talking about whatever I happened to want to talk about that day. It was a great way to make a living until I got sick of it. Instead of complaining about how sick of it I was I quit it all and started a blob.
That's what my mom called it anyway.
In 2010 The Art of Doing Stuff was born.
The very first post I published was about how I snapped one day, threw out, gave away or sold everything I owned and became a self proclaimed minimalist.
A year later I wrote a post titled "Hey! Minimalism! I'm sick of you." Looking back on it now, the post features horrible photos, with some questionable accessory choices but ... the sentiment was sincere.
I tried to be a minimalist. I failed. I like stuff. I like surrounding myself with memories and things and life.
It just so happens that a month or so ago a journalist named Jacoba Urist was browsing the Internet researching a story she was writing for The New York Times about whether or not minimalism is all it's cracked up to be. She stumbled onto my post.
She read a few more of my posts. She saw my dining room with the built in bookcases (that everyone told me I shouldn't do) and then she sent me an email.
"Hi Karen,
I'm a New York based journalist who covers art and culture- and am working on a longer form story about why minimalism (as a design ethos and lifestyle) can be overrated- why people can get bored or over it- how life is a journey for many of us and why sometimes, we get sick of minimalism. Anyway- I saw your post- and couldn't think of a better voice honestly for the story- to share your thoughts and your journey- as voiced in this post."
I responded with a single paragraph-long sentence that contained exactly 42 swear words. But the ultimate answer was YES. Yes, I would like to be featured in The New York Times. Thanks for asking.
We exchanged a few more emails and conducted the interview over the phone a week later. That interview was followed up by several, many, copious fact checking emails (because it takes a lot of research to get the news wrong #fakenews) and photographer Donna Griffith coming out to take pictures of my house.
This weekend, in the Sunday edition of the New York Times that piece will be published.
My name and home and stuff will be in The New York Times.
All because I didn't listen to a society that thought I should play with dolls.
All because I didn't stay in a job I was starting to hate.
All because I didn't worry when other people didn't like my choices.
All because I chose not to be the puppet in my life.
I chose to be the puppeteer. And so can you.
Have a good weekend!
update: the article is now up and online right here.
Terri
Omg. This could be life changing. Maybe.... congratulations!
Deb J
Wonderful. Looking forward to reading the article. Congrats!
MaryJo
Woo-hoo, way to go, Karen; you totally rock!
Karen
Thanks MaryJo! I don't rock though. I just work really hard. Actually no, at the moment I feel like perhaps I do indeed rock. ~ karen!
Maggie Van Sickle
Congrats Karen
Marie Anne
Way to go! When Jacoba discovered your blog... I bet you she read one article after another after another... Thinking "cool! I'm gonna try that! and" you can do that? " and then all of a sudden laughing so hard there were tears! You're awesome and this is the best blog / blob ever!
Linda J Howes
LOVE!
Renee
Congratulations, Karen! I can't wait to read the article!
Kristin S.
Hell yeah Karen!
Mary Ann Gerard
I am so proud of you! Our very own Blobber in the NYT!!!! Congratulations!!!!
Karen
LOLOLOL! I never even made the connection that if I had a blob that I was a blobber. Love it. ~ karen!
Sherry in Alaska
Who'd a thunk it?? Great big deal for sure! I'm so happy for you. And it's a pleasure to share this with the world. Encouragement to follow one's own path is always positive. Will you be able to post a link to the article? I hope.
Karen
I'll post it on my Facebook page on Sunday Sherry. And if I remember I'll also include a link in Monday's post. (a better blogger would be certain to remember ... me .. not so much) ~ karen!
Debbe Van Ness
That is fabulous. Congratulations! I will definitely read it.
Trish
Oh Christ, now i have to change my whole life. Again.
Karen
LOL!! Sorry 'bout that Trish. Do you need me to loan you my marionette? ~ karen!
whitequeen96
WOW! It couldn't happen to a better person! They picked the right woman for this article. I hope she mentions how many loyal fans you have and that we love you for so much more than decorating - the humor, the philosophy, the truly gross stuff!
Karen
It's always about the gross stuff with you people, lol. ;) I think they'll stick to the decorating but that's O.k. I know the importance of my loyal fans and that's what matters. Kind of. LOL!! ~ karen!
Tracie Berry
Karen, that's fantastic! Although, as one of your many millions of followers, this is not coming as any sort of surprise. You, my girl, are definitely one of a kind...and I applaud you. Congratulations!!
Karen
Hey Tracie! Thanks. :) I'm excited. ~ karen!
TucsonPatty
Way. To. Go. I'm impressed, and I'll be trying to track down the article in order to read it!! You are so good at keeping secrets! I'd be out there screaming about someone from the Times simply emailing me!! I'm proud of you, and and please know that I love your blob!
Karen
Thanks Patty. :) You'll be able to read it online if you like. I'm getting the hard copy because I'm old fashioned like that. ~ karen!
Suzanne
Sooo happy to learn that the article will be online. In French Québec it is somewhat challenging to find the NYT on newstands...Congratulations, you work hard, you deserve this!
Brenda
omg - all I would be able to think about would be ... omg - I have to clean my home and wash my hair, etc
CONGRATULATIONS (cue ticker-tape BIG balloon bursting and releasing all that stuff that falls from the sky on New Year's Eve in Times Square at midnight - with everyone screaming and kissing) YA
Karen
LOL, thanks Brenda. But the entire paper isn't dedicated to me. Just a small section in a story, lol. ~ karen!
Brenda
WEeeeEee KNOW - still pass the champs - yippp yippp peeee
Maybe Margaret can hold the gilded frame holding the high-lighted copy (with bits of ticker tape perfectly squeezed in between the glass & copy)
Inger
Congratulations, Karen! Oh, the places you will go!
Judy Okey
That is very exciting. You deserve it because of your hard work and you are an original!
Karen
Thanks Judy! We're all originals but yeah ... I do work hard. :) ~ karen!
Carole Larose
Congratulations!
You are too cool!
Megan
That is fantastic news. You inspire middle-aged me and you inspire the young me who also refused to play with dolls. Thank you for Doing Stuff and sharing your story!