It's the crafter's curse....I can make that.
You know exactly what I'm talking about too, don't you? You go to a craft show, see something adorable, "I can make that." Thumb through the recent Boden catalog, "oh, I can make that." Go to Home Depot and fondle the molding or tumbled tiles, "I can make that...some day." I'm no better or worse than the next chick wielding a needle and thread or trowel and sponge.
However, sometimes, I can't or don't or won't set my limits. Like, we have this mudroom that needs finishing....for like a year. Ok, so it's really two years but I'm cursed and kind of in denial. Why? Well, because my husband and I will talk each other into "we can make that." He's co-dependant. lol. It's terrible. Suck it up and hire someone. We know it will be cheaper. We know it will be quicker. Still, it's a curse. And a curse needs an exorcism.
I believe I've had my exorcism. Just this week even. Which is appropriate because it's All Hallow's Eve week and I had to make costumes. Or rather a costume and I already had it in my head that I could make a pettiskirt. You know, those darling twirly square-dancing skirts that are still the rage with rookie photographers across the internet? Yeah, one of those.
So I googled and found patterns, researched. Huge time suck.
Then I waited too long and didn't have time to order fabric on line. No problem, I head to the fabric store. It was busy, I was distracted (I took gusty thinking I wanted her input on colors) and bought the fraying chiffon. ugh. 15 yards of it. 5 yard too many because I forgot my shopping list so I went heavy because I didn't want to go back again.
Stop and pick up a ruffler foot because well, gotta have the right tools.
Get home. omgosh it's fraying chiffon. Good grief. Call mom. Yep, she has pinking shears AND a pinking rotary. whew. Ok, her blade is probably as sharp as a spoon now, so I'll replace that for her.
Deep breath, hook up the ruffler which come with instructions that may as well have been Greek. Adjust adjust, ok, ok...away we go. ooo, it's fraying, oh how bad could it get, go Dory Kate, keep going.
Ok, this is kinda fun!!
Looks promising doesn't it?
Yeah, that's what I thought too.
Try it on the daughter for a test drive.
Remember I asked myself "how bad could it get?" when it started fraying in the machine. Well, I won't tell you, I'll just show you 20 minutes worth of girl-twirl....
I know, I know!!! You've done the math and time in your head already too, haven't you?
Ok, so here's the good part of the story. I've been exorcised of my curse. I won't say "I can make that" ever, ever again. From now on, I will say "I can make that." Then I'll answer myself, "yes, you can...but just because you can, doesn't mean you should." ha ha ha
Ok, off to circle molding and trim dudes in the yellow pages for that mud room....we'll talk about the tile another day.