Like Ice is Cold

Last winter, my friend and I got together to make Christmas wreathes. Remember my post about going to buy supplies? And sweating glitter? Yeah, me neither. It wasn't very memorable. Here's another link in case you're bored enough to read it. Also, blogger fail. Crafter fail. Vain Pinterest user fail. I didn't take a picture of my wreath before giving it to someone for Christmas.

We had so much fun making the Christmas wreathes that we decided to get together to make Valentine's Day wreathes. I lured my friend in with the reminder that we're crafty like ice is cold. Only not in the Beastie Boys sense of being crafty like ice is cold. I just like the expression. And I like the Beastie Boys. Truth: License to Ill was the first cassette tape I bought.

For a few days last month, we sent each other links to ideas on Pinterest, made shopping lists, and pondered which one to make. Several shopping trips later, we settled down to make our crafts.

The haul from two of three shopping trips.

Armed with the knowledge that our kids wouldn't patiently play together while we crafted for an entire day, and that glue and paint take time to to dry, we both did some pre-work independently. We wrapped wreath forms and painted things red.

I learned that little wooden beads run away from spray paint, and cleverly corralled them in a cardboard box for painting.

Then we got together to socialize and craft. I'd like to say that the kids played quietly while we crafted, but they did require our attention a few times. My friend cleverly brought over some cool markers with stamp tops, which kept LEG and her son happily occupied for quite a while. One of these days, LEG will understand that markers aren't for coloring the palms of her hands.

Coffee, scissors, and hot glue guns at a toddler play date. Perfect. 

After about three hours of our kids playing with Little People, coloring, snacking, and taking hits off the humidifier, all while wearing fireman hats, we declared our wreathes awesome, and decided they were too much work to give away. 

What do you think? Pure awesomeness? Or too country craftsy cutesy? I think it's pretty fantastic, but am clearly biased.

Sweating Glitter

I changed my blog title a few days ago. I don't know why, I doubt anyone noticed, and I'm sure I'll change it again. The magical thing is that I still get the glittery, sweaty, glamorous url I've always had.

Then, just like that, after changing my blog title, I really did sweat glitter. Kind of. I met a friend a few days ago to shop for craft supplies. We're getting a head start on making Christmas wreathes, because we're go-getters like that, and because some of the supplies were on sale. And we had coupons. One of the supplies we chose has quite a bit of glitter on it. More than I anticipated when we first pulled it off the display at the craft store. LEG and my friend's toddler had lots of fun waving them around. Glittery wands. I'd gone to the gym just before meeting my friend at the craft store, so was sweaty, and she pointed out that within seconds of getting the glittery wands, I had glitter all over my face. "Hey, you're sweating glitter!" I love silly jokes. :-)

Look kinda like glittery wire whisks. 

Think they could double as kitchen tools? Wonder how glittery scrambled eggs would taste?

Now there's a nice layer of fine glitter in the back of my car, in my shopping bag, on the jacket I had on that day, and in my craft room / guest room / office / throw all the crap we don't fee like putting away in that room. 

Are you on my Christmas list? Watch out! You might find yourself with glitter. Everywhere. And that is why I rarely craft with glitter.