WARNING: While this blog is written
primarily for me to document all my pinterest projects I do have 6 followers
and do not want to offend them. This post
has naughty words in it. I use symbols
to block them but if a little bit of a potty mouth makes you angry- STOP
READING, scroll to the link to see the project and skip my entry. Consider
yourself warned.
I remind myself every day I am not working that
there are benefits to not being in a full time contract: movies on Tuesdays,
online backgammon, quilt shops with Katie and Anna, mowing the grass…and yes pinterest
projects. After making Dallin the tape
cassette wallet I decided I needed to make something for Mason. I saw on pinterest a secret book box; perfect
holding the treasures and secrets of a ten year old boy.
The blogger on the site said she spent two
evenings cutting the pages out of the book. REaLLY?! No way. I would have it done
this afternoon. I began cutting pages
with my craft knife and at some point realized that at the rate I was going it
would take four days to a week for Federal Tax Law to become a secret
box. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem
but at some point, sitting alone in my kitchen, turning Jōb’s old law text into a lame craft
project in a pathetic attempt to fill my empty day, I began to feel awful.
Let me
tell you I am a crafty person. I have
loved a good project but this one caused me to question and think differently.
And cry.
Determined
to finish I decided to take the bloggers advice and switch to a box knife. I looked in the basement. No box knife. I called Jōb at work and he said he had it
sitting on his desk. I was done crying
and had moved onto angry and told him he was no help and it wouldn’t do me any
good. I would finish with the dull five
year old Exacto.
In an
attempt to be positive about my project and what I had accomplished that day Jōb tried to say something nice when he
came home from work about the beginnings of the secret box. I spouted off with
some comment about having to resort to this lame a@# sh@# to fill my day. Jōb left me alone with my project.
On day
two the blade of the Exacto knife broke in half. I had to swallow my pride and ask Jōb to bring home the box knife after
all. The project really did take two
days and caused way more introspection than I wanted.
Enough
said. Mason loved it. Move on to project seven please.
1 comment:
Well you sure have me laughing! Sorry you cried, those darn pinterest projects!
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