Craftastical

I did it!

I crafted!

And I didn't rip my eyebrows out or develop the compulsion to end all conversations with "have a blessed day."

{What? So I have unfair preconceptions about Ye Who Crafts.  Sue me.}

Also: I completely forgot how fun glue guns are... until a dab of errant lava-like goop straight-up third-degree-burns your thigh.

I love a hobby that involves imminent danger!  So sexy!

Anyhoover...

BEHOLD!

Not too shabby, eh?

I'm pretty puffed up about it, if I'm being honest. 

My brief skip down Tipsy Memory Lane during the Cork Organization Process was also a hoot... Some gems:

That little guy from Barcelona is nearly a decade old... and the one marked Dallas w/ Evan from 2006 was probably one of our very first dates.  Score 1 for the Pack Rat!  

At the moment, my Wine-o Masterpiece is, as you can see, over the mantle... Not entirely sure it's "living room appropriate decor,"  but I was sick of looking at an empty space, so, for now, it stays.  Also?  My shelves are done!  Ish.  I'm not in love with everything up there, but at least it no longer looks as if we have zero belongings.  We'll call it a Much Improved Work in Progress. 

I also framed and hung these prints I ordered from Saturated Color via Etsy about a billion years ago. They are actually pages ripped from a 1950s primer.  I love the raw edges {that's a euphemism for THAT WONKY FRAMING JOB WAS INTENTIONAL, YO}.  

And, after that uncharacteristic burst of nesting energy, I will refrain from accomplishing anything productive in the home goods department for a good month or so.  Just you watch.