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!)


Here we go again. Again, again.

I thought about starting a blog today, and was shocked to see that I already had an account. Then I laughed, because me being shocked by that is really funny but not at all shocking, I always think I should have a blog.

I almost deleted that first post from over a year ago, but decided to keep it. I may just die of laughter if I come back here a year from now and see both of these posts!

….

So why did I decide today that I want to start a blog? I’m bored. My husband and I are apart for the next month due to him receiving a promotion, and I’m staying behind to pack and train my replacement before moving down in a month.

I’m done packing, and now I’m bored. That man is hysterical, and brings so much joy to my life that it’s so hard to be away from him. But we’re strong, and a few months from now we’ll look back and have an awesome story to tell about that time we lived apart for a month.

Ah jeez. Here I go again, acting like what I have to say will be funny, important or entertaing in any way. Ok, it will be. At least to me. I often describe myself as the second funniest person I know.

Second only to my husband, who makes me giggle about thirty thousand times a day.

But since I don’t see him writing here, I will claim the nĂºmero UNO placeo, gracias.

So aside from that, I’m best described as a silly girl who blushes easily, giggles loudly, loves just about every person I meet as soon as I talk to them. Perfect is my default adjective, but I constantly say the following: aww, yay, awesome, for sure, sweet. I’m sure there are more, but my brain is currently half off, so we’ll figure them out together at a later date!

My reasoning for this blog? I don’t want to drive my husband or friends off the wall with my insanity, so this might be a nice place to share it, or at thevery least get it out of my (self-described pretty, happy, funny) little head!