Then comes life with pre-schoolers. Sunday school projects, pre-school projects and Moppets projects have eased me into the "I am glad the kids are learning fine motor skills like using scissors" frame of mind. Maybe a craft {shudder}
And.... then comes the reminder of my Mom saying I should paint bricks. Her love of Baltimore got her so excited about the idea to paint rowhomes on bricks. So, a year after she died, I did a few. It is really not that bad, even though it is too close to the line dividing art and craft. I still know that is takes skill to render an actual house on a brick, especially a custom replica of a real home.
And.... then comes the popularity of those darn baby sock bouquets. They are so easy to make, and add a lot to my baby shower gift (and poor wrapping skills). Plus, I like all the attention. Ladies love to ohhh and ahh over baby socks, so make them into little flowers and I am a rockstar. I just can't help myself.
So, today my little sock flowers were not sticking to the plastic stems. I had to pull out a brand-new, still in the box, hot glue gun! *gasp* I can't deny the word craft any longer. I feel like I surrendered to the enemy. I am trying to make the most of this downfall and also used it to fix Wedding day Ken's tie and a bow that had fallen off a headband. But I know I have crossed that line.
I think I need to get out my paints and make some real art. Someone help please!!
You crack me up and I love you.
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