I will cut you!

Because a ton of people encouraged me to do it. 2 people = a ton in my mind.

There’s a reason why I don’t craft. Or pretend I’m crafty. I am 200% not a crafty person and its very rare when I have that desire to be crafty. I see all these sweet people who can make whatever their heart desires. Wreaths, head bands..and umm, other stuff. But this girl, <thumb jerking toward myself> is not one of those sweet people.

I could blame my mom…but I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate it very much, but just know <said in whisper> its technically her fault.

I sent my mom a picture of my new and improved mantle and she loved it but said if there was 1 thing she would change it would be the stick thing because there was a lot of black and brown up there. Therefore suggesting a vase w/greens and reds shooting out of it. <or something like that>

Ah, good point mom. I will be the dutiful daughter that I am and listen to her wise ways in décor, because she knows what she’s talking about.

Off to Michaels I go. A store I never go in. Walking through every single aisle, I consider what the heck to put up there and fall upon peacock feathers.

Anyone that knows me, knows I’m not a feather person or would ever consider having feathers in my home. But I felt it was time to be different and I went with it. Wouldn’t you know, I didn’t have a vase right for the feathers..and not to mention, I didn’t buy enough feathers to make it appealing, but I persisted and washed, dried and used a clear vase.

Since anyone with eyes could clearly see the green thing you stab your stuff in (whatever it is) at the bottom, the vase needed to be covered. Enter my ribbon. Round and round it goes, looking more and more horrible but I continue because I lose all interest in caring.

At the end, I go to snip with my brand new scissors and –whoop. My right hand got all jealous of my left hand and yelled, ‘I WILL CUT YOU!’ and took its jealously out by snipping right into it.

I flung the scissors, flopped on the ground and wailed, “WHY GOD? WWHHHHHHY??!!

{ok, that’s not true.}

But I did gasp, stare at it for a good while until I realized I probably should get up and do something. So, I grabbed my phone to take a picture. (yes, I’m officially a blogger. I take pictures before tending to my wound.)

This just solidifies how much I shouldn’t create anything.

Now bring on the honesty. Which do you prefer? The feathers or the stick thingy?

Feathers??


Or stick thingy??

And yes, I did cover up G-man’s face in the picture. =)

And here’s my dining room, where I didn’t have to do any cutting!

You know I love you, momma!

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