I’m not hurt if you don’t. I’ve been neglecting the hell out of this blog. For any of you who may have been emotionally invested in my ramblings, I am deeply sorry.
I have an excellent reason though: my brain no longer works. (Pregnancy brain – I thought it was an excuse people made for poor work performance and that it wouldn’t happen to me, but seriously you guys, it is real and pretty freaking humbling.) Specifically, I cannot stay focused on anything for more than a couple of minutes. Continue reading
That one on my pinky is supposed to be a ninja, not a lady in a blue burka.
Merry Christmas! Just thought I’d share with you the project that took up most of my evening hours this month.
Generally there aren’t any children on my Christmas list, but this year there are two little girls – my cousin’s kids. For whatever reason, I decided it was very important that I make their presents instead of buying them. I don’t know why, although I think it might have something to do with all the pink plastic junk available out there for little girls. Also, I tend to have random ideas which quickly transform into must-dos, so here we are.
After some wandering on Etsy, I got the idea to make finger puppets. By the next night, there I was with a bag of fleece, some scissors, and a needle and thread. Continue reading
This last weekend was Thanksgiving weekend here. I don’t think it’s a big deal the way it seems to be in the States. It’s just a long weekend with lots of food. I love long weekends. This year, rather than engage in the traditional gorging marathon, my mother and I went to Salt Spring Island for a silversmithing workshop. Continue reading
My self-assigned Saturday project was to use the very pretty origami paper that has been in my stationery box for years to make several paper cranes.
Apparently this is outside my capabilities.
Not a crane
I googled the instructions and was attempting to follow these ones here. Something went wrong around step 17 though, because now I’m at step 18/19 and there should apparently be four flaps to fold and I’ve only got two.
Also not a crane. Step 17, I think.
I have done this before. I remember making a bunch when I was a teenager. I’m trying to think what I have done in the meantime to drop my IQ so dramatically. Or is this just a sign of aging? Losing the ability to understand basic instructions? Is it all downhill from here? I am so depressed right now.
(And if any of you happen to be paper crane making experts, can you see where I went wrong from the photos above?)
I believe in recognizing and accepting one’s limitations. Obviously, progress can and will be made with hard work. A lot of the time though, it’s just not enough. Sometimes you have to face the fact that your dream is not something you are actually any good at. This kind of self-awareness can save you a lot of heartache and, often, money.
I'm not this good.
Luckily, I figured out the things I wasn’t good at pretty early. Otherwise, I would now be a frustrated artist. I love the idea of being an artist. I love beautiful things. I am capable of being moved by really good art. I have all these fantastic pictures in my head that I would love to replicate on paper. (Or canvas, or whatever.) But I lack talent. More than that, I would go so far as to say my artistic skills are below average. This isn’t modesty here; I know bad when I see it. Continue reading
This guy is statistically likely to be much better than me.
My family tree is heavily populated with the artistically inclined. They range from the talented amateurs to the extremely impressive/ could probably be seriously famous with the right marketing. Unfortunately for me, this part of my genetic code has chosen to pass me by: I am challenged by stick men. Continue reading