Once upon a time, I thought having an art degree and working from home to bring an extra buck now and then was an air-tight master plan. It would be cake! You know, chocolate fudge cake with chocolate fudge frosting smothered in hot fudge sauce kind of cake.
But children know how to infiltrate air-tight plans.
It's their special gift.
In the world of drawing that involves lead-filled pencils, toxic pastels, and delicate sheets of paper, or that of the bookbinding world which involves scalpels, glue, needles, and very expensive sheets of delicate paper, I have discovered that instead of it being chocolate cake, it is really over-cooked yellow cake with lima bean frosting.
Needless to say, I hardly get to do them anymore.
Enter the world of crafting.
I look at the many blogs out there, drooling over the cute things talented women create in their "spare time".
So what do I do? I tell myself, "Self, if that mommy can make all those cute things, well, by-golly, I can too! Even if her kids do go to school all day or still take naps. Pish, so what? I'll even sign up for a craft fair! That ought-a do it!"
I'm a slow life learner. But I am learning quickly that motherhood and crafting go together like ice cream and ketchup.
Peanut butter and brussel sprouts.
Cookies and cat food.
Alayna and graham crackers.
Of course, the craft fair is three and a half weeks away, plenty of time to dust off all the graham crackers from my fabric flower hair bows.
You don't think anyone will mind, do you?