Tutorial – Flower Crown

Dang, how long has it been since I posted a tutorial? Like 3 years prolly. I’m a bit rusty, but I’m ending the sabbatical with this little guy…

I’m all about those hair accessories — y’all know this. Ever since these floral crowns started getting big a few years back, I’ve been refusing to buy them in the store because of a little thing I like to call Crafter’s Pride. You know, that thing that comes on you when you see something in the store and you stand there in the aisle for 10 minutes inspecting it, taking pics on your phone and vowing to yourself to make it ‘for so much cheaper!’, but yeah it usually never happens. Well BOOYAH, it happened! Here’s my take.

Oh, you wanted to see a picture of the actual headpiece? Sorry, I decided to just show you my face. No, but seriously, if you even KNEW how many selfies I took to even get this stinkin’ thing while the kids were shrieking in the background… I just had to give up and make them lunch so they’d shut their pie holes. I mean, how daaaare they interrupt my day to ask me for FOOD of all things? What do I look like, their mom or something?

Sheesh. Kids.

Supplies you will need:

  1. Floral Wire
  2. Assorted fake flowers (use that Michael’s coupon!)
  3. Floral Tape (I would highly suggest a thin ribbon of your choice)
  4. Your trusty glue gun
  5. Felt (just a small amount used for backing)

Step 1  – Assemble the base

Okay, so I didn’t exactly get a picture of this step. I know, I’m already making a sterling case for myself here!

  • You’re going to take your floral wire and measure the circumference of your head. I actually measure it around mine twice because doubling it makes the crown extra sturdy. It won’t need to be exact and it’s actually better to measure it a few inches larger for twisty purposes later on.
  • Cut the wire. I was a savage and bit it with my teeth, but you can use wire cutters if you’re more of a lady.
  • Fold the looong wire in half so it’s back to the original measurement of your head, but is now double-stranded. Twist the ends together (you left a few inches of length for this). This is the part that you’re going to just go with until it feels sturdy and secure enough.
  • Now take the floral tape or ribbon and begin wrapping it around the wire, gluing every so often to keep it in place. If there are any weird looking spots, don’t worry… we’ll cover them up with the flowers.

(I personally didn’t like using the floral tape because it’s not really sticky enough to stick to itself, and not really thick enough to use glue without burning the snot out of my hand. So ribbon would be my personal preference.)

(Okay I know this seems really complicated, but it’s really very simple! I just tried to explain it thoroughly to make up for the fact that I failed miserably on the photo portion.)

Step 2 – Add the flowers

Arrange your flowers ahead of time to get an idea of how you want the headpiece to look. You could go around the entire frame of the crown with flowers as well. I’ve done it before and it really creates quite a statement! It says, “Hi, I’m fancy. Wear me on your hippy wedding day or something.”

Hot glue them in place.

This is where the felt comes in. After I glued the flowers to the wire, I went back and glued small pieces of felt to cover the backs as well. This step is essential and will hold them in place so they’re not all flopping around, actin’ a fool.

And there you have it! 58 simple steps to create your handmade floral crown you could’ve purchased at Target in half the time!

But it’s cute tho.

“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!

#idontevenknowrightnow

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.

 

Domestic Confessions

I don’t know if this will turn into a new series of posts or if I’ll get too embarrassed after this one and never show my face on the internet again, but I have a secret to share. I’m just going to dive on into this pool of humility and tell you about one of the most dumb mistakes I’ve ever made as an adult. So when Justin and I were married, I was 20 and had never lived on my own. To be completely honest, I didn’t know how to cook except to brown some hamburger meat and even then, I burned it because I was terrified to have any pink undone bits and yeah. Don’t feel sorry for me. I eventually sort of learned.

So when I would do our laundry, I number one, hated it because we lived in a little house at the time where the laundry room was actually the garage. Not so bad except number two, there were billions of black widows. Billions. Each with billions of tiny little devil eyeballs I would feel staring me down every time I would step foot in their territory. What I would do was basically run in, throw a mix of clothes in the washing machine, dump in a capful of pretty smelling stuff from a cute jug with pictures of flowers on it and run out, sometimes even leaping out the door because what if a spider wanted to jump on me at the last second before I left? I mean I had to get outta dodge and fast.

Laundry would be finished and I’d go get it, run back in the house and dump it on the floor and go back in maaaaaybe a week later to repeat the washing/leaping process. I never would fold the clothes on the floor. As a matter of fact, I still don’t unless somebody’s coming over to the house. And that someone has to be a “Someone” like a princess or a president who doesn’t know me very well and I want to give them a good impression. Even then, I usually don’t because it’s just like, no. I still hate it and Maddie changes her outfits 80 times a day anyway, so folding is a complete waste of time. And I don’t know any princesses or presidents — that too. This logic may appear flawed, but let me assure you, it is a reflection of magnificent growth in me personally. In the past, I would have taken the pile of clothes and hid them in my closet in trash bags. I actually did that. Frantically shoved all the clean clothes in trash bags instead of folding them so no one would judge me by my homemaking skills. Makes perfect sense.

Anyway, back to the confession. For at least two years I did laundry that way. One day when I was pregnant with Maddie, I had an eye opening experience. I don’t know if it was the nesting hormones kicking in or the fact that I just physically opened my eyeballs in the laundry aisle at the store, but I noticed there was this foreign substance called DETERGENT next to all the cute colorful jugs with flowers on them with the fancy names like Vanilla Passion Oasis that I had been using. To put it plain, my sweet naive adult self had been buying FABRIC SOFTENER based solely on the packaging and scent, then I’d go home and rush through the laundry because it’s the worst. I was basically soaking our clothes in perfume for two years and never really washing them. FOR TWO YEARS. That’s just, I don’t even know. I’m not ashamed, just kind of perplexed and actually a little in awe of how completely ridiculous it all is.

Okay, that wasn’t so bad. I’m not sure anyone can top it, but you are welcome to try! Maybe I’ll do a follow up post with all your embarrassing confessions in it. Okay yeah, that sounds fun, let’s do that!