I am the queen of half finished projects.
I get a brilliant idea in my head. I rush out to the craft store. I start. And then I don't finish.
My room is full of baskets containing unfinished crochet projects and yarn that didn't quite make it into a project. The craft room of doom contains piles of beads, empty canvases and a dormant sewing machine. Even if I finish a project there is no guarantee that anything will be done with it. It may lay forgotten on a table or a shelf for months.
Last year we repainted our green living room a lovely latte color. It is brighter and lighter but it lacks the punch that green had. So one day when the kids were painting, I decided to join in. I grabbed three canvases, some mod podge, textured paper and a bunch of paint. I glued, papered and mixed the paints on the canvases. It was fun and I was pleased with the results.
I had every intention of hanging the canvases on the living room wall near the TV.
I meant to do it, I really did. But I didn't.
The canvases were added to the piles in the craft room of doom. Every time I saw them I meant to hang them, I really did. But I didn't. I did nothing with them for months.
And then one day in a fit of inspiration, I hung them on the wall. The organization may not be the greatest but they are on the wall. I finished something!
I get a brilliant idea in my head. I rush out to the craft store. I start. And then I don't finish.
My room is full of baskets containing unfinished crochet projects and yarn that didn't quite make it into a project. The craft room of doom contains piles of beads, empty canvases and a dormant sewing machine. Even if I finish a project there is no guarantee that anything will be done with it. It may lay forgotten on a table or a shelf for months.
Last year we repainted our green living room a lovely latte color. It is brighter and lighter but it lacks the punch that green had. So one day when the kids were painting, I decided to join in. I grabbed three canvases, some mod podge, textured paper and a bunch of paint. I glued, papered and mixed the paints on the canvases. It was fun and I was pleased with the results.
I had every intention of hanging the canvases on the living room wall near the TV.
I meant to do it, I really did. But I didn't.
The canvases were added to the piles in the craft room of doom. Every time I saw them I meant to hang them, I really did. But I didn't. I did nothing with them for months.
And then one day in a fit of inspiration, I hung them on the wall. The organization may not be the greatest but they are on the wall. I finished something!
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