I.Am.Not.Crafty.

So here's the deal, I am not super crafty. 

What?  You beg to differ?

Let me enlighten you.

I create, but give me a glue gun and I burn myself.  Give me a paint brush and you'll be lucky if I can stay in the lines.  I am impatient.  Half-hazard.  A perfectionist so that if it doesn't look right I toss it. 

Not the ideal crafty candidate.

When we were first married we attended church in a very small ward.  The first activity I went to we made a basket with dried apples glued around the edge.  I wanted to throw-up.  Before and after I burned myself with that glue gun.  I called my mother and screamed, "nooooooooooooooooooooooooo.  Is this what I am up against now that I am married? Is this the life I now have to lead?" 

So I fought it.

Over the years I have somehow learned how to take my dislike for dried apples and turn them into something that's more my style.  Like eating them.

Well, it seems to work for me.

And yet...... sometimes I feel SO inadequate.  I received an email asking if I had any old holiday projects that I made/tutorials that I wanted to submit and I could not find a.single.one.  My projects are like, "hey...look what I did with this piece of paper over here!  I put it in a frame!"  and  "check out my decorations that are kinda cool because I wrote funny captions."

And then there is YOU.

You glue-gun queens.  You rock'n recipe givers.  You tear-the-armoir-apart-to-make-a-fireplace-mantel diva's.  

Can I just say something? 

You suck.  I love you.  I really do.  But you suck. 

Still, I can appreciate your hard work.  I can appreciate the loveliness that you make.  I can appreciate your creative effort and craftiness and style because you are talented, that is for sure.

And hopefully, well, you can appreciate me and my different kind of craftiness.  The kind that doesn't really know what to do with the fabric I bought last winter. And probably won't know what to do with it next winter either.

 So, with some very intense Thursday night therapy on TV, I have finally come to realize that we can exist together.  We can appreciate the goodness in both of us.  I promise to not ooh and ahh too much over you and how about you promise to not make me feel too inadequate. 
Deal?

But could you also do me ONE really small extra favor, pretty please?

 

Stay away from the dried apples.

OH! 
PS.  We bought our tickets to Georgia for Christmas at a price that we are happy with. We're going before Christmas, which makes it nice to come home and have our own little family one on the actual holiday. Your ideas and research were all amazing. THANKS so much!