I'm not much of a craft person. I have dreams of doing things beautifully and frugally, of being the perfect and hip suburban homesteader who can knit, can, sew, garden, and Homemaker MacGyver her way through life's travails.
Reality is very, very different.
|I haven't actually used this yet. I really should, eh?|
Well, Mikala hosted a one-day decoupage workshop in her studio. I thought, "Hey, why not? It's not expensive, it's on a weekend day, and I haven't seen her in ages!" So I signed up. Oh, she does things right. The woman had mimosas for us. Now, although I couldn't have a mimosa, having the alcoholic tolerance of an anorexic mosquito and needing to drive home after, it was a nice touch. (I had a mixture of cranberry and orange juice instead. Delicious, by the way.)
Decoupage is one of those fun crafts that doesn't take a lot of money but can be a lot of fun, and strangely satisfying. You can use paper or cloth scraps (or pictures from magazines, you get the idea) and glue them to old jars, boxes, or containers (or other things like picture frames or light switches) to give them a new life. You add more layers of glue on top of the paper or cloth to create a protective barrier. It's not as difficult as you'd think (though it's not completely easy). One of the students in the class last weekend made her vase look like it was ceramic; it was really cool. You can even do it to furniture, though that's more advanced and requires a fair bit of sanding.
I like the idea of reusing things. I brought in an old jar to use. Mikala had cloth and paper; for the jar I envisioned a candle luminary type thingy. ("Thingy" is a technical term. Really.) I figured I'd get an led tealight (not a real one, I have a very curious cat) and put it inside when I was done. It wasn't difficult at all. I'll probably get some ribbon and wrap it around the rim.
|As you can see, I don't do the pretty flower stuff|
|Practice will make perfect, I'm sure. Now I just need a tree.|
But I can't keep it in my place. As I said, ending up on Hoarders is not my life's dream.