All I wanted to do was create a family tradition.
I'd done it for Christmas and Valentine's Day and just knew that Easter needed one too. Aside from the regular traditions that our family practices, I wanted to make something special that generations from now would be able to hold and know that their great or great great grandmother made. Then my children could tell their children or great grandchildren their memories of how we'd decorate a tree and how special it was for them.
OMG... do they ever have a story to tell...
Yep, it's a little basket holding an egg. Cute right?
I was going to blog how you can buy 10 little seed pots for a $1 and a bag of 16 plastic eggs for a $1 and then go home and use your scraps of paper and ribbon to create a fun little ornament...cheap, but golly...there's so much more!
I was going to show that recycling can be fun and creative. Oh the many uses you can find for a ping pong ball.
Then I was going to show the before and after of a plastic yellow egg that turned wonderfully blue by priming with gesso and then Tim Holtz Distress ink. Even had a little bit of that beautiful blue bottle in the picture.
And that's when all hell broke loose...
Why are you looking at my craft room you ask?
Funny thing, that...
Ok, see the desk with the light to the left? That's where I sit.
Alright, now see the large window and NEW white shade? That's where I don't sit.
Now, imagine me quietly minding my own business, listening to the movie Turbo on Netflix and just dabbing away with Blue Broken China Distress Ink. It's a peaceful scene in your mind isn't it?
A crafter's lovely afternoon filled with making memories.
Now, imagine with a blink of the eye that entire scenario going straight down the crapper as the lid to the paint flies off and, I kid you not, 2 seconds later.. that entire surface area of window shade is SPLATTERED in blue! The carpet is blue, my clothes are blue, my sewing machine is blue, my Big Shot is blue, everything is SOOO freaking blue!
What happened next will have to remain in this family. The words my children heard me utter would have forever blushed a sailor. The intensity of my anger and frustration had me seeing nothing but red through ALL of that endless, endless blue...
My poor children cowering in the recessed corners of our home as their mom-ster flailed her arms in a maniacal frenzy, pacing wildly with crazed wide eyes, chanting and ranting in such a foul manner her newly found distaste for anything possessing even the slightest hue of blue.
I fear this day will forever, unfortunately, be seared in the mind's of my offspring, as the day they watched their mother go mad. As it certainly was not one of my most proud moments.
Four and a half hours later and a refresher course in Lamaze breathing, I was back on track.
My son brought in the Clorox Bleach cleaner and as I proceeded to drown my shades in the most obnoxious smelling chemicals, I also began relaxing.
The relaxation may have been due to the inhalation of said chemicals, but regardless, I'm happy to report that my children no longer feared for their lives; therefore resulting in no longer feeling the need to call the local psych ward.
Hugs were shared, apologies made, and laughter was hefty (at my expense of course) and what seemed like a never ending game of charades ensued whereby my children were oft heard quoting to each other, "Hey...guess who I am?" Which of course broke out into more uncontrollable laughter (again, at my expense).
However, side note, glass half full sort of thing...
If memories were the goal...mission accomplished!!
And here is all that is left of that very bad no good experience. A measly few spots.
You know, Easter for me is knowing that Jesus died for my sins so that I may be forgiven and live eternal life with him in a place where hopefully caps to paint don't come flying off and people don't go running around half crazed cursing profanities at the color blue.
We're all human and we make mistakes; even in the best of our intentions, but really, our troubles are just a tiny speck of blue in a sea of white when you realize what Easter is truly all about.
All can be washed away and all can be forgiven.
Thanks so much for your wonderful visit. I appreciate you more than words can say :)
I'll take a picture of the tree when it's all put together.
Biggest of Hugs and Happy Crafting.....
Lisa x
He's Alive by Dolly Parton
