I am not a crafter. As I have stated previously if something didn't start out that way, why change it. With this being said yesterday I was obligated to craft. I promised my roommates that I would attend a craft day even though crafting in my opinion can be compared to one of the circles of ...... well I won't mention where. The only problem now was what in the world was I going to make.
I spent time at craft stores. I went to craft websites. I even racked my brain for things that my room could use. Nothing came to mind. I was up a creek. In a last ditch effort I went with my roommates to a final scrapbooking store near the house that we would be assembling the crafts. Miracle of miracles my brain kicked into high gear. Maybe I am just able to come up with idea's when the pressure is on.
While my roommates looked at wood cutouts to paint I started looking at the metal containers. I saw a small metal container located near some buttons and different colored ribbons. As I looked at all these three things something in my mind clicked. I could make a little pick me up jar for when you would need a little pick me up. All I needed was to assemble these little jars and put in little inspiring uplifting notes. I could give one to my sister and to my mother for those days when they just need a little boost. (My sister hasn't received hers yet, but I think they turned out pretty well)
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