It all started when...
I was a little kid... My mother noticed that I used to make things continuously and she was forever cleaning up the aftermath of my creative projects. She became tired of this so she gave me an ultimatum. To quit using up all the scotch tape and clean up after myself or threatened to would take away my art supplies. So long story short, they were confiscated. So I became crafty and woke up earlier and stayed up later and snuck the contraband into my wardrobe and made all the pretty things in secret. Once I was done I would return the art materials back where my mother "thought" she hid them. It was a swell idea, I never cleaned my wardrobe and my mother seemed happy.
Years later, my mother revealed to me that she had known all along and didn't have the heart to enforce the art ban. "Sneaking around to make art... This kid is going to be a designer..." she said.