I want to be crafty. I really do. I see great tutorials and other people’s before and afters and want to weep in awe and amazement. I want to have the kind of talent to be able to recreate my home, or craft the cutest accessories, or design my own kid’s clothes…but I just don’t have the talent. Or patience, I think. The will is strong, but the flesh is all thumbs.
Take tonight for instance. I saw a tutorial for felted flowers that I thought would look cute in a vase. Maybe something kind of offbeat for Li’s room. To help remind us that spring is coming.
Picture the scene below:
Me, seeing project in my rambling blog reading- Hey! I have extra wool laying around! I know how to felt! I could DO THAT!
Me, ten minutes later, in front of a boiling pot of water- What the?
Brisket, wandering into the kitchen- Um…is it suppose to be unraveling like that?
Me, gritting my teeth- No.
Brisket, trying to be supportive- Is there anything I can do to help?
Me, as the wool balls fall into shreds and start adhering to each other- GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ExpletiveExpletiveExpletive
Brisket-So…no? Honey…um…Maybe wool isn’t your medium.
Growling under my breathe, I fish the knots out of the hot water and
trudge stomp out of the kitchen.
So the project was an epic fail. But maybe Brisket is right- maybe my strength is in some other crafty thing. One type of project down…only about 45892 crafts to go.