Having recently endured my 59th birthday, I’m compelled to wonder if my thinking shows my age. Certainly, some young would-be rebels on various craft blogs have made that accusation, although the evidence they present is mighty thin. And yet, I wonder. When I was 20, I was all for the subversive gesture. Anything that might upset the apple cart was OK with me. My friends and I were fascinated with “anti-art,” a catch-all designation for anything that opposed conventional noti