At 45, I picked up my first stamp and that was it: Now, I can throw the word ‘ephemera’ around with confidence, yet struggle with inappropriate feelings for chipboard. I'm not very polished and I'm still trying to get the hang of 'winning friends and influencing people', but for some crazy reason, this papercraft thing and I FIT! My kids are covered with glitter, my husband wonders how you injure yourself with Stickles, but we all agree on this: I'm a MUCH better person when I'm here!
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Bun in the Oven CASE
Secondly, I have decided that I will CASE my a** off if necessary, but I gotta get crafting. I've tried everything....cleaning the craft room, only to tear things out and pile crap at random in hopes to spur some type of manic activity.
I've worked with every creative substance known to man: Watercolor, gelatos, Ritalin and alcohol to no avail.
My very concerned husband suggested getting lost in connubial bliss (look it up), at which I gave him the Evil Eye and he fled in fear that I may actually HAVE the power to cause something to wither and drop off.
I would've even tried illegal substances had I known where to buy them in Burlington, NC. There's the toothless drug dealer who hangs out downtown but he can't be THAT good a dealer-nor one that carried any illegal substance of quality-if he can't afford to practice good dental hygiene.
I'm sorry...I'm just REALLY picky about teeth.
Anyway, I've whined, cried and binged on cake in hopes I would find some burst of creativity.
Okay....I binge on cake anyway. But who knows what will spur a creative rejuvenation??? I'M certainly not taking any chances.
So, I'm going to CASE until I run out of things to CASE, if that's what it takes.
Now, about that cake....
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