I am an odd duck. I'm pretty sure most people I know well would agree. I'm very artsy, having done music, theatre, visual arts, etc. However, in the day to day I'm a realist and can be extremely practical.
I want to learn to can not so much because of any romanticized notions but to put food up for a later date as to provide for my family. I'm learning to knit, not so much to make beautiful things, but practical things: blankets, socks, hats, scarves, cardigans. Same reason I'll soon be attempting to learn to crochet well enough to use the nylon and make those kitchen scrubbies I love so much, along with cotton dishcloths for our home. I want to sew to be able to make baby items, clothes, and bags. And I want to learn to quilt so that I can keep warm blankets on hand since we keep our house cold in the winter.
I'm not completely unromantic when it comes to crafts. I do want to make heirloom things for my children to pass on to their own. I want to learn to do tatting to make lace doilies and tablecloths like my great-grandmother did. And I have found I miss my grandma while I'm learning to knit, wishing I had thought to have her teach me when I was younger. But usually I am intent on making something useful. A friend recently joked that if the apocalypse hits it'll just be G, me, and the cockroaches. I don't think I'm there yet, but I'm trying. (And if G gets his way with the bees and farm animals, we'll probably be set!)