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Crafting Fail – “Nailed It”


Sooooo, yeah. Jack and I tried crafting today. Armed with my best intentions and a glue gun, I set out to recreate this little Pinterest classic, Melted Crayon Art (with a Batman theme). Because Jack hearts everything superhero and we had precisely 1.5 hours until the littlest Gable girl woke up. Seemed like a good idea at the time!

The inspiration:

There are tons of examples floating around the internet and also a few nice warnings thrown in there to fellow crafters that THIS DOES NOT ALWAYS END WELL. We tried anyway.

First of all, to use this specific technique, you are supposed to peel all the paper off the crayons before putting them in the glue gun. “One pinner says” it is a good method because the crayons fit perfectly into the glue hole and you don’t have to deal with as much of a mess.

Lesson 1: Don’t trust anyone who says to stick things in a ‘glue hole’ that clearly do not belong in a glue hole.

The crayons don’t fit perfectly, actually. They do, however, cause hand cramps as you’re trying to shove them in the God-forsaken glue hole. Shavings everywhere, dramatically clutching your arm in pain — the epitome of a First World Problem. But I persevered, yes I did! Jack had long given up by this point and was finding something much more significant to do with his life, meanwhile I was experiencing each stage of grief as I pressed through to the other side of this craptacular project.

And here is the finished masterpiece:

So do I get my award now, or

Too cray or not too cray? That is the question.


Being that I’m semi-new to the whole school mom game, I need to run something by you guys. Give me your honest feedback, okay?

What is truly acceptable behavior for a mom toward her child’s teacher whom she freaking loves? Because like I think I came on a little strong with Maddie’s Kindergarten teacher last year because she is my favorite and I’m afraid it’s going to happen again with her 1st grade teacher.

On the first day last year, Maddie’s teacher sent home this amazingly thoughtful little package with a note ensuring us she’ll be taking care of our sweet child and that there was nothing to worry about. It even had a tissue and tea in it for me to drown my sorrows in during that first day Maddie was gone. I MEAN. That won my heart immediately. This woman is everything. But that’s where things started getting weird.

And by “things”, I mean me.

I was immediately like, “Will you accept this rose and continue this journey with me?”

I spent the remainder of the year trying my hardest not to come across completely insane to this woman, but I have a feeling it was showing through anyway.

I just feel like I look around the campus at the other moms and they’re totally calm and collected while interacting with their kid’s teacher and I’m over here barely holding it together like

I can think back and remember this same pattern of behavior happening my whole life. For example, on the first day of high school, I spotted a girl sitting across the room of English class who seemed so sweet and I immediately tagged her BFF material. Then I WROTE HER A NOTE AND TOLD HER THAT VERY THING. Who does that?? “You’re pretty and nice and you’re my best friend now. See you tonight when I’m staring in your bedroom window, best friend!”

I mean, we did become great friends and still are to this day, so I guess the outward crazy paid off?

(Kristy, I still think you “look like a nice girl”, btw)

I really should just accept that this is the way I am and embrace my people-loving qualities, even if it’s a tad aggressive at times. I should be proud that I haven’t written any teachers a will-you-be-my-BFF-note. That is showing some mighty strong self-restraint and that deserves be celebrated.

A little note to Maddie’s new first grade teacher: I can’t promise I won’t try to hug you at some point in the near future. Shoot, seeing all the hardcore decor in your classroom made me want to run home and bake you a cake of appreciation. But I started eating the frosting out of the tub beforehand so I’ll have to think of something else.

And to Mrs. Favorite Kindergarten Teacher of All Time:

A brother’s sole mission in life…


…is to annoy the snot out of his sister.

“Craft Crap”


A few years ago my Great Grandma Mary Jo said she was cleaning out her garage and I told her I’ll take whatever craft supplies she had. Little did I know she would soon be supplying my every crafting need, past, present and future.

She’s actually the one that coined the phrase “craft crap”, which I think is hilarious. It’s not all bad though! A few years ago I posted on Instagram about some boxes of brooches she dropped off. I was expecting a few in a ziploc baggy and she brought like 3 boxes of fun stuff…

Sometimes she brings over McDonald’s Happy Meal toys from the 80’s and 90’s and gives them to my kids. So cool. I’m not gonna lie though, as soon as she leaves, Justin and I are like SWOOP – our turn! Sorry kids, our childhood is calling and I gotta get my hands on that Muppet Babies Miss Piggy car, man.

I know she said a few years ago that she was going to be cleaning out her garage, but woman. How big is your garage that you’re still finding this much stuff in it? And where does it all fit?? It must go underground because the craft crap still be flowin’. I love it though and seriously have the best time going through this stuff.

The most recent drop off included a giant tackle box and Goody hair pins from 1975, among some other things. Anyone recognize this little doll?

Thanks for the crap, Grandma!



I’m not gonna lie, 2015 is not my fave right now. It’s not at all what I was expecting going into the new year. At the end of last year, certain things started bubbling to the surface that I was finding joy in doing — some new forms of creativity that I had set on the shelf since childhood that were beginning to reawaken. Dreams I didn’t even know were inside me began to emerge. And that was so exciting! From the outside, I may have seemed like I had things under control (maybe not? I don’t even know anymore), but I’ve never really felt like I knew what my purpose was in this life. So yeah, 2014 brought some little nuggets with it that gave me a liiiiittle more direction in that way, but this year? It’s just bringing out all sorts of ugh.

If He’s the potter and I’m the clay, I feel like the driest, crumbliest piece of dog poop mixed with clay that He found in the back under a sloppy pile of cockroach barf. It’s a refining season right now, as I’ve been encouraged to see it, but man, it just feels like there’s nothing really solid or sure in my life right now. I know this is kind of vague, but like seriously everything about who I thought I was as a person, wife, mom, sister, daughter, friend is turning out to be… just I don’t even know. These feelings! WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM!? Deep down hurts and anger and rawr all coming to the surface at the most random times! It’s throwing me off, for real.

I’ll give you guys a tame example. Back around Christmas we didn’t have a ton of funds so I wanted to try to make gifts. I thought, since I had just discovered a new love for watercolor, I’d try making my Mom a little something. I painted some flower collage thing and was all “I’m going to be vulnerable in giving something imperfect as a gift”, because where I’m coming from, that would have been a never-in-a-million-years thing because in my mind, it would have made me look weak and imperfect. So when the time came for me to wrap it, I started out all pumped because I was stretching myself to even give something like that away, but before I even cut the wrapping paper, I turned into Hulk. Like, if you saw how many emotions came up when I was about to actually hand over a piece of “art” — which, in all honesty SUCKED — to my mother as a Christmas gift, you would suggest a mental hospital. Justin was across the table from me when I was crying, listening lovingly as I was going on and on about how stupid she’s going to think it is and how much I suck at this and I can’t bring myself to give it to her… and he sweetly encouraged me and reminded me of the truth. I went ahead and gave her the stupid thing.

My Mom said she loved it and was so gracious when she opened it which helped a little, but I still wasn’t convinced it was anything of value at all. The next time I walked into their house, I looked on the entry table and lo and behold, there sat my little stupid painting! Now how would you feel in that situation? “Awww, Mom loves me, lame painting skills and all! Happy happy rainbow chip frosting delight!” Ohhh no. My gosh you guys, I snapped. My ugly painting was not only on display, but on display for everyone who walks into their home to see FIRST THING. I went home and raged quietly in the comfort of my own bedroom, but I mean. Issues, much?

I won’t even go into all the body image wonderfulness that’s surfacing at the moment because it’s much too raw and I don’t want to subject anyone’s eyeballs to that kind of word assault right now. Just, wow. I never realized I had so much suppressed junk in there that I was carrying around with me all this time. I know it’s good that it’s coming up to the surface because that means healing is happening. It just doesn’t feel like what I thought healing would feel like. I’m determined to press on through this season though, which is a big thing for me as a former quitter. This crap is tough, but I’m not going through it just to give up partway.