“Good moms are “crafty,” I told myself as I walked to the “Arts & Crafts” section of Michaels. Good moms know how to use sequins, beads, thread, and bells to re-purpose old things around the house into new, more shiny things.
The old “thing” that I planned to re-purpose was a metal sun figure. I had purchased him (I have gendered it (the metal sun) a male and named him Mr. sun-man) on one of my “resourceful,” nesting whims during the third trimester of my pregnancy.
The night before my trip to Michaels, my husband had suggested we throw him out because he thought we “could do better.” I admitted we could, but I also, at the same time, formed a plan to re-purpose Mr. sun-man, to make him new, to make him fit into our new decor.
To make him fit, I purchased glass stones and a glue gun. My plan was immaculate, and I was excited to create Mr. sun-man into the image of what I envisioned him to “soon be.”
The “craft project” started out well. I began with his eyes. Then, I began experimenting with a full makeover.
Half way into it, I burned my hand (a sign from the crafty goddesses that be that I should have stopped).
But I didn’t listen.
Twenty minutes later, I burned my hand, again. At this point, I began to feel discouraged, but I soldiered on, in spite.
Only to end up with a weird looking, metal sun with glass “zits.”
“Still not right!” I said to myself and then looked to my daughter for her approval. She said “Ba-ba-ba,” which I translated as: Mom, you’re wasting your time.”
So, I stopped there. My plan is to return to this “project” with a renewed perspective.
Tell me something (a hobby) that you wanted to like but just couldn’t get the hang of it. Any crafty moms out there with any ideas on how to resurrect this “project”? Is there still hope? Be kind. Please.