I have spent some of my spare time today folding paper cranes to
send to New York. I am not sure if New York will want them.
The theory of skill-building is that if you do something often enough, you'll get better at it. Certainly that was my theory when I started folding paper at the beginning of the year. Not that I was looking to become some kind of origami savant, but it would have been nice to be able to fold increasingly complex designs.
Instead, the more cranes I fold, the worse I appear to be getting. Some of them have distinctly quizzical headtilts. Others could never remain airborne for long.
Now, I have actually had my total lack of coordination certified by professionals; I took an aptitude test given by the people who invented the aptitude test, and my manual dexterity came out surprisingly low. I had never really thought about it before, or if I had I'd figured I was more or less as dextrous as the next guy. Turns out if you want the Lord's Prayer carved on the head of a pin, don't come to me.
Still, it's not as if the Crane is a particularly difficult or intricate design. Bird base, four valley folds, three pocket folds, and you're done.
I think my last crane was probably addled in the egg. One of his wings is
definitely not right.