I have a blog? Oh, yeah…I have a blog.

I’d like to nominate myself for the worst blogger ever award.

If one doesn’t exist, I’d like to request that someone create such an award and then award me with said award.

Because obviously I am far too lazy to create an award, and even if I did I’d forget to award myself with the award. I’d wake up one day and think “Wow, I suck at updating my blog. I should win the worst blogger ever award. Oh, yeah! I created that award! Wow, I suck at awarding fake awards to myself.”

Crafting, eh? Yeah, barely. I remember when I used to have the energy for actual crafting. Now I get about halfway through a project and then forget about it. Or decide I don’t feel like finishing it.

I’m totally lying. Mostly I get the idea, get the supplies, and then decide I don’t feel like starting it. I’ve totally lost my crafting mojo.

Wanna see the only project I’ve even really started?


Don King, The Wreath


It was going to be a lovely tulle wreath like this one from Pattern Shmattern. Instead, I misjudged how much tulle it would take, and didn’t want to go back out for more. So I just finished it off by wrapping some leftover yarn. I planned on getting a cute Halloween decoration for the middle and to call it done, but it’s been like 3 weeks and I still haven’t gotten one. I probably won’t.

Random Baby Update:

We’re having a baby girl! We weren’t going to find out, but I’m really happy we did! We’re incredibly excited.

Naming a human is hard! There are so many names. Almost too many names. I have no idea how anyone ever decides on a name! I’ve pretty much accosted every person I know who has ever had a child and asked how they decided.

Any advice blogland?

I’m now crafting on an elementary school level.


I started a few short months ago on a pre-school level. No lie.

It all started with a wreath, some leaves from the dollar store and a totally false and misguided belief that I could copy all of the beautiful fall wreaths floating around blogland.

I was so proud. Oh so proud!

I may have even posted pictures on facebook. Ok, I totally posted pictures on facebook. Yes, plural. Pictures.

With captions. Like “Look at what I did!” “Yay, I made it!” or “How cute is this?”

What was I thinking?! I realized shortly after that it was pretty terrible. My next project wasn’t much better.

Yes, I did think that I could “copy” the wrapped burlap wreaths that some of my favorite bloggers were doing. Except, I didn’t have burlap. Or the skill required. That’s a tablecloth. Luckily I still have a few left so I don’t want to cry thinking about how I wasted a tablecloth with such amazing texture on such an ugly wreath.

Check out those “flowers” wouldya? Pretty sweet, right?
Behold my crafting genius! This one warranted a few pictures and a
brief caption synopsis on facebook. You know, just in case any one wanted to make this lovely, lopsided, laughably ludicrous disaster for themselves.

Fast forward to the yarn wreath tutorials that were big a few months ago. I started to take my time (two hours of wrapping yarn will do that to you) and realized that it wasn’t about how quickly I could finish a project, but about the quality. Who knew? I mean, beside every.single.other.person.on.the.entire.planet?

I was travelling back and forth between Boston and LI while I was waiting to move down here, and had time to kill on the ferry. I made a ton of these wreaths for friends, family and co-workers.

I was starting to find my stride.

That green monsta is for my amazing and super-crafty and talented sister. She loves bright colors, and requested a green one.

Once she saw that I wasn’t terrible any more, of course. (Did I also mention she’s smart?)

Then I realized I never made a yarn wreath for myself! Enter my latest, and dare I say greatest, wreath yet to date. Seriously this time, though.

(Kinda funny mine is monochromatic, and my sister’s is so colorful!)

So that’s the story of how I learned to follow directions, be patient, laugh at myself and that it’s fun to share with others. Kinda like a real preschooler.

The day I learn to craft like a middle schooler, watch out, because I might be so excited I’ll kiss you.

All of you.

(I’m only saying that because no one is reading this!)