I love to craft.
Give me a glue gun, a sewing machine, even a stapler and I will do my best to create something spectacular.
Unfortunately, sometimes it is a spectacular failure…
Several years ago, a friend emptied out her garage and gave me what it regurgitated. Of these items were a couple of cute wicker birdcages. (Wicker should have been the first clue. I’m pretty sure they were at least 40 years old. BUT in my defense, the 70’s are coming back in a big way.)
After keeping them for a couple of years and losing a few during the move, I ended up with one. I kept wondering what I was going to do with it…until I found a bubble gum pink feather boa at a thrift shop by my house. Suddenly I knew. And it was glorious. In my head, anyway.
On an overnighter, I painted the wicker lime green…which was a bit of a beast to manage. I murdered that boa and hot glued the remnants onto the birdcage (and my fingers).
I blew the feather particles away from my face as I proudly held it up for He-Man whose response was, “Oh…how…nice.” Not the enthusiasm I was looking for so I went to my 6 year old girly girl…”Oh momma!! It’s wonderful! Can I have it in my room?!”
Which was exactly the reaction I was looking for and where I intended to put it in the first place.
When I got home I realized the birdcage wasn’t just in the wrong colors but it looked awful in my daughter’s room. Even worse, it didn’t fit anywhere in the house. So naturally, it sat in our guest bedroom taunting me for weeks.
A couple of Saturdays ago, I posted a picture of the lonely birdcage onto a yard sale site I’m a member of. The reaction was swift.
And it wasn’t kind. In fact, I was mortified by the cruelty. (Which ought to be for another day, another post)
Unable to gulp down the heaping helping of criticism, I promptly pulled it off, hid in my own little crafting corner and licked the burns to my pride.
In recounting my humiliation to Sunshine, she gently admitted, “Well it did kinda look like a bird exploded”.
Once I recovered, I found myself asking ‘Now what?’ I can’t throw it away, right?!
Luckily for me, Sunshine was participating in a ‘white elephant’ gift exchange. The bird cage was her offering.
And in a heartwarming twist of fate, the recipient LOVED it! Her mother described it as ‘Suessical’ which is such a compliment. I’m happy to report the birdcage found its way into the whimsical world of a teenage girl’s bedroom.
Object Lesson: Haters really are gonna hate. Sad but true.
And I don’t have to be perfect.
Okay, now that I’ve typed that AND have stopped hyperventilating, I’m saying it again.
I really don’t have to be perfect.
I’ve decided to celebrate my big fat failures on this blog from now on. Chances are, some of what I create is gonna be awesome…(have you seen my kids lately?) Some of it’s going to be awful… But all of it is real.
And since I’m sharing, I just recently finagled something else that has kept my creative spark alive.
If this were candy, I’d want to eat it!
(Thank you, Virginia!)
Here’s an awesome tutorial on how to do it!