I could make that!

I always want to be the crafty type—I think up great ideas in my head for an easy-to-make skirt or hand-painted flower pots or cute wall art.  But my execution is terrible.  I am sure it would be better if I had patience and devoted the time needed to the craft, but my mind wanders and I hurry up and the end result is junk.  Before Hubby and I were married I painted pots for all my friends to give them as Christmas presents.  And I made them specific to the recipient, not just cookie-cutter designs.  We had those in our apartment after we got married (a year-and-a-half later), in the storage room of our apartment in Tulsa, and then in the garage of our house in Tulsa (all three years).  After we moved to Kansas they finally disappeared.  I’m thinking they went the way of Hubby’s ugly old flannels, which is to say that the spouse threw them away when the rightful owner wasn’t looking.

Last Christmas I decided to make presents for my family.  Hubby turned to look at me.  “Are you sure they’ll get them?”  He is frugal, was frugal long before frugal was cool, and doesn’t like buying two Christmas presents for everyone—one Christmas present I make and keep around and don’t give and feel guilty about, and one Christmas present I rush out to buy at the last minute and give instead.

Another great thing about having kids is crafting.  We can craft together, they can paint and give them away and when they look like a child painted them it is because a child painted them.  Remember this?  We haven’t done that in a while.  But we did make Christmas presents for both grandmas (they were a hit, by the way).

Every once in a while I check out this website and I swear it is going to be the death of me.  It has links, the links have links, and I am overloaded on craftiness.  But look at this!  And this!  We need to make some more time for crafts.