Call me Martha...Stewart, that is.

For the last two months, I have had this unnerving feeling like something is wrong.  It started the week of the wedding and it has been getting stronger and stronger ever since then.  For 8 weeks now, I have been trying to pinpoint what it is that is making me feel this way...like I'm inadequate. I guess I thought more would change once I was married.  I thought I would feel different.  Instead I have this nagging feeling that keeps me up at night.  Between the blogs I read and the instagram pictures, and the world of social media...I am faced with a daily reminder of the empty hole in my life....

I don't craft.

There I said it.  I know you're probably gasping in horror at your computer screen right now.  I get it.  I have pinterest.  I have a home.  I have a Michaels, Hobby Lobby, and Garden Ridge in a 20 mile radius.  But I am a crafting failure...and there seems to be no excuse for this.  So this past weekend, in an attempt to tame the feelings of shame that I wake up with every morning, I set out on a mission to make...something.  With my own two hands.  From crafty things.  Like paint and wood, and hot glue. 

So with my inspiration in hand, I made the trek up to Michaels to pick up all the things I needed to make a front door wreath for fall.  I'll admit, my visit to Michaels got a little hairy at times.  I don't know the aisles there like I do at liquor barn.  After circling the store at least 8 times, I finally had to ask where the plain twig wreaths were.  It took me another 30 minutes to find the glue guns, but not before I rolled my own shopping cart over my baby toe and watched it bleed all down my foot and shoe and leave a little trail through the store. 

An hour after entering the store I left, battle wounds and all, ready to go home and revel in my newfound craftiness.  I could picture it all the way home...my creations all over pinterest, and my own crafty blog.  Eat your heart our Martha Stewart.  Eat your heart out Lettered Cottage.  You ain't got shit on me!

Okay, maybe my my thoughts got a little ahead of me.  But I did have all the overpriced plastic flowers and glue to make a wreath for the front door.  I laid my supplies out and poured a glass of wine and got started.

My inspiration for my wreath...

 



After an hour of gluing, painting, and burning myself with the glue gun, I finally finished my wreath just in time to hang in on the front door before the boy came home from work. 

I'm a crafty minx, I am.  I added my own little flourish with our "D" and I have to say I'm quite impressed with myself.  It doesn't look exactly like the inspiration picture, but who gives a toss?  It looks just lovely on my front door...I just know any minute now someone is going to come knocking with a freshly made pie...because that's what crafty women do for other crafty women (so I've heard). 

Anywho...now that I've got all the basic materials, I sense more projects in my future.  Stay tuned for home made stockings, hand painted ornaments, and glitter dipped candle-holders come Christmas.  Well, maybe.