I saw a sign at the beloved Hob Lob, and I thought to meself, "Self, Dad's got to have that in his workshop." It made me laugh and laugh. . . but it was like soo small. Wha? So I's all, I'm gonna make this myself.
Now I like how it turned out over all; I love the crackle effect. But. . .
Can I put anything on straight?? Come on! Is there a "crooked" sickness? 'Cause I have it. I cannot hang, cut, write, draw, paste, etc., anything straight. Geez.
Secondly, Valentine's Day.
Now, these are just like eating Tums. Am I right, or am I right?
Hey Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind.. . .
Those conversation heart sayings get me singing all kinds a songs. Don't even get me started on "Please Forgive Me" (I know not what I do. . . .)
Anywho, I's all like: yeah, man. A conversation heart wreath. So I made it.
And I only burned myself with hot glue like 8 or so times. That's it!
But then I's all, it needs a sign and stuff.
So I made one.
Sometimes I'm all, "Ooh me likey!" And sometimes, I'm just like, huh. Craptacular strikes again. It just depends on me mood.
I've got all kinds of other interior desecrations to show you. But that's for another day, my friends.