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January 4th, 2009 at 1:18 pm
One year for Christmas I tried making these lighted eucalyptus grapevine trees: you take a grapevine shaped like a cone, added some plug-in lights, hot glue pieces of eucalyptus onto it as well as some bows. Pretty right? Except no one tells you about the smell. Those lights heat up and the smell of hot glue and warm eucalyptus darn near killed everyone at work. I got into work for 2nd shift and found my eucalyptus tree in the trash…they said once those lights heated up, the smell gave everyone a headache.
January 4th, 2009 at 1:51 pm
I was new at using a hot glue gun I’d bought, and I accidentally glued my fingers shut.
January 4th, 2009 at 2:05 pm
I was pregnant and I wanted to try my hand at crochet. Making a baby blanket sounded like a wonderful idea…. until it was done. Being a newbie + taking on a simple, yet large, project resulted in a blanket that gradually got smaller as it gained length. It looked HORRIBLE. I didn’t realize a simple stitch could turn out so badly.
I have since decided to take on knitting instead. I’m much better at it.
January 4th, 2009 at 2:26 pm
I’ll preface this story by saying that my grandmother is not the slightest bit crafty. She can’t even sew a button. But one memorable Easter, she wanted to bake a cake and frost it with lavender icing and coconut flakes. HOWEVER, being as she is not the slightest bit crafty, she couldn’t manage to get the food coloring ratio correct, and we wound up with a battleship gray Easter cake. With coconut flakes. To this day, my father calls it the “dust bunny” cake.
January 4th, 2009 at 3:05 pm
One time my boyfriend and I were testing out a technique to wet felt dreadlocks. I ended up with three ounces of wool, all sopping wet, that came out as a single mass on my hand. I proceeded to yell, “Cthulhu!” and my boyfriend laughed and knocked my shoulder, sending it flying back into the tub and splashing us both in the process. It was bizarre.
January 4th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
I went out and bought some crafty stuff for my son. The idea was for him to sit quietly and create magnificent crafty things while I wrote a little bit and administered snotty nose medication when said snotty nose required it. Simple enough.
Well. It looks like an effing fairy exploded in my kitchen. There is glitter everywhere. Glitter on the floor. Glitter on the wall. Glitter INSIDE my son’s nose. Glitter INSIDE the bread bag. Glitter on my table. Glitter on the dog.
There are also eyeballs everywhere. I just went to go to the bathroom and as soon as I sat on the toilet, I saw a beady little eye staring up at me from the floor. Strategically placed underneath the eye was a small piece of red yarn. This created a kind of sinister bathroom floor frowning person staring up at me while I peed. It looked at me as if to say, “You are a moron.” If the bathroom floor frowning person had had a finger it would have waggled it at me.
Also, we are swimming in yarn. Drowning in construction paper pieces. Breathing in glitter. Our fingers are glued together. I have a pom pom glued to my foot. The dog just ate a feather.
But you know what? My son is quiet. He’s having a blast – quietly. His face is scrunched in concentration as he tries to snip tiny pieces of yarn and then glue them all into one long string again. Maybe this is a meditation tactic. I have no idea. But I love it. Love. It.
So huzzah for Crafty Things and exploding fairies. They work way better than Benadryl. Now I just hope someone has a plan for cleaning this mess up. I think we may have to burn the house down.
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January 4th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Since I have become a knitting fiend, this year I asked He To Whom I Am Married what he wanted for Christmas. A hat for his sweet bald head. Good enough. I purchase some good wool (since I’m cheap by nature) and knit him one. Yarn left over.
Hey, wouldn’t it be cute if I knit the baby one of the same yarn. Finish all but the crown. Go back to my LYS, purchase more. Finish Child’s hat. Yarn left over.
Hey, wouldn’t it be cute if I knit my baby’s baby doll a matching hat! Finish that. Yarn left over.
Piece de resistance! A matching scarf for He To Whom I Am Married! Get about halfway done, but run out of yarn. Back to the LYS.
It appears that that part of the store flooded in Hurricane Ike (I live in the Houston area). And they won’t get a shipment in until mid-January. Commence wailing.
Still, I think they all like their hats. Except that we’re back in the high 70s again.
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January 4th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
When i was a troop leader for my daughters Scout troop during one of our meetings we were making chocolate covered spoons. Dip spoons in chocolate several layes and then you place the spoon in you mouth melt the chocolate sort of like a sucker. I had the “wonderful idea” to crush up candy canes and sprinkle it on the spoons after dipping. The short of the story is that crushed candy canes acts like glass when licked off of chocolate soons. All of our work melting and dipping and cooling and dipping multiple spoons was in vane. They couldn’t ven eat them. I learned that when altering a craft try it first.
January 4th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
My sister and I were decorating pumpkins one year and she accidentally glued (super 77 glue) one of those squiggly eyes to the center of her forehead.
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January 4th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
I decided to amke a counted cross stitch stocking for my daughter, she is 13 and it still isn’t finished.
Tracy Lee (12 comments.) Reply:
January 4th, 2009 at 5:08 pm
13 isn’t bad.
My mom started a plastic canvas dollhouse for me before I was born.
I will be 30 in March.
Maybe I can finish it for one of my future children.
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January 4th, 2009 at 4:56 pm
i dont havea funny craft story but I would like to be entered
January 4th, 2009 at 6:38 pm
i don’t have any good stories
January 4th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
I made my prom dress for junior prom. A black satin vampy thing with a sweartheart halter bodice and thigh-high slits in the skirt. That is to say that it was totally inappropriate for a 16 year old but when you live in Nebraska, sometimes you have to make your own fun.
I was just learning to sew, and though the dress looked great, the inside was a mish-mash of seams and rip-outs and –no kidding– a few strategic staples that held it all together.
The walkway into the into the building where the prom was being held was lit up and decorated for the occasion. The majority of the senior and junior classes where coming in all at the same time. Unbeknownst to me, the back of my dress snagged on a loose protrusion in the railing. But the slits in the skirt allowed me to keep walking without noticing—until I heard the riiiiiiiiiiiiiip of the back of my dress completely tearing and falling apart. In front of everyone I went to school with.
So I was basically now naked, at school, in front of everyone. Not dreaming.
My date reacted quickly, threw his sportcoat over me, and ushered me quickly back to the car.
After a quick trip home for all-in-one-piece clothing, the rest of prom night was spent at Denny’s.
January 4th, 2009 at 7:08 pm
A Christmas project in our classroom consist of gluing macaroni noddles to paper plate with center cut out we were making Christmas wreath. Before the children arrived during our planning period spray paint the plated silver well my assistant did not agree with the paint smell, very faint and started a cough attack it got so bad we had to move our class to another room. Next year will try another method to spray painting we had the outside door open while painting the plates I was very upset about making her sick. I have been doing this project for years never a problem go figure. Thanks for the giveaway
January 4th, 2009 at 7:33 pm
For the last several years I have hosted my women’s group in January when we make Valentine’s Day cards to send to the ill and shut-in’s from our church. One of the women also watches the children of our Assistant Pastor and his wife. Last year they had a little boy, so, naturally, he came to the meeting. I like to incorporate glitter into our cards and he was FASCINATED. So, I put his little hands in the glitter. He loved it and was soon COVERED in glitter (it doesn’t take much!). WELL! I received a message on my Facebook page that night informing me that his son is a prince, NOT a princess. He was joking of course (did I mention that he’s British?). Well, I couldn’t leave that one alone. Our Assistant pastor is also a neat-freak. It’s amazing how much mischief one can wreak with just a pinch of glitter here and a dash of glitter there. I glittered his whole office! a dash on the couch, the table, the floor, some in the pen drawer and best of all, a dash in the little prince’s DIAPER BAG! Took him FOREVER to clean it all up. He was the shiniest person at a funeral that day too! OOps!
January 4th, 2009 at 8:59 pm
I love crafting, but I am *terrible*. I tried making these throw pillows one time, and I have no idea what I was thinking but I kept cutting the edges of the fabric, trimming, because I felt like they were uneven. So of course the pieces of fabric ended up all misshapen and were not even close to being the same size anymore. But for some reason I didn’t really think about that and I sewed the pillows together anyway. They were the most tragic and awful pillows I have ever seen, and not even in a funny or good way. My mom saw them and asked, “Where the hell did you get these, a sale at the insaner asylum?!” Yeah, thanks mom, I made them.
January 4th, 2009 at 9:51 pm
My husband and I were building my dream doll house from scratch. We decided to put electric in it. So we had to put the wires under the carpet in it. My husband was trimming the carpet, and the paper cutter slipped and he cut all of the wires apart. We had to rewire the entire dollhouse. It took us forever to fix all of the wires. This is the first and last dollhouse I will ever build from scratch. Building this dollhouse was harder to build than our garage, I’m not kidding.
January 4th, 2009 at 10:37 pm
we were on a craft high- painting and fixing things and had just fixed up an old chair were were going to use for decoration- was not strong enough to hold anyone- but hubs sat in the freshly lacquered chair and proceeded to crack the chair and have half stuck to his but
January 4th, 2009 at 10:39 pm
My crocheting never turns out the way I intend.
January 4th, 2009 at 10:55 pm
I tried to make a stuffed animal a few days ago, but somehow the whole thing ended up attached to my sleeve, and my cat had eaten one of the eyes. I ended up having to re-sew the whole thing, and the stuffing keeps falling out of it from some invisible hole.
I’m using sewing machines from now on.
January 5th, 2009 at 1:58 am
Your site is tooooo funny! I’m going to have to bookmark it. I have seen some craft items before too that had me pondering just what in the h#@% were THEY thinking.
I once saw this jewelry pin that was the prize in a giveaway on a blog. I about crapped my pants when I saw it. Words can’t justly describe it but the best I can come up with is that it looked like a chunky hairball mixture a cat might cough up after eating a canary in a can. Seriously it was THAT ugly.
I tried to give the crafter the benefit of the doubt after viewing the monstrosity. I was thinking to myself…”Ok it’s butt ugly and they can’t sell it so they are giving it away. Maybe there is some better stuff in there.” When I clicked on the link to the crafter’s Etsy shop it only got worse. I still wonder what went through that person’s mind when they decided to open an Etsy shop.
All that being said and in all fairness to the hairball lady, I wouldn’t be surprised to find something I made on here. Because sometimes I don’t know what the h#@% I was thinking either. LOL
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January 5th, 2009 at 2:00 am
Well I don’t know how funny this is, but it sure is a catastrophe. My wife was doing some wire wrapping to finish up a pair of earrings she had been working on. While doing the wrapping the needle nose pliers slipped off the wire and she managed so stab herself just above the right eye socket near her nose, gave her quite the black eye. I of course got blamed for a week for “telling my wife” – heh. She now wears safety glasses when wire wrapping, disaster was narrowly averted, I’d hate to imagine what would have happened had she hit her eye.
January 5th, 2009 at 2:37 am
Ooo some of these stories are good! I literally giggled out loud, not just “lol” but real laughter! All that I remember doing is when I was in Nursery School, probably like 4 years old, I was painting with my fingers and I ended up spilling a tray of paint all over my dress (which evidently was one of my mothers favorites for me, oops!), then wiping it with my fingers – that were covered with different colors of paint from being used for finger painting – to try to clean it up, the only way a 4 year old knew how. LoL, but we’re such packrats we still have that dress packed away somewhere in the house! Now I’m off to try to find it…
January 5th, 2009 at 2:44 am
My story is not as good as the ones I just read.
January 5th, 2009 at 2:47 am
I have a funny craft story right in my very hands. I just finished knitting a hat. I had some cool yarn and decided to mix two types, a mohair and a lopi wool for texture. the hat I made is cool, it has bubbles on the side like a beehive. Unfortunately, the finished result, because the yarn color was brown and the mohair was kind of coppery….well the hat looks like a giant pile of dog shit. I know this because I have a great dane and have seen giant piles of dog shit. And the mohair makes it a fuzzy pile of shit, or I like to think of it as steam coming off the freshly laid turd. Soooo, anyhow, I spent all this time knitting a hat that I will not wear. Maybe i’ll send it to you so you have have your very own steamy turd hat. You’ll love it.
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January 5th, 2009 at 9:19 am
My mom promised my brother an afghan for his high school graduation. She got about 6 inches of a green ripple afghan done. before his graduation. Since she missed the date, she slacked off on crocheting. It’s still only six inches and he graduation over 30 years ago. She recently asked me if I could finish it for him. I agreed and went over to pick up the finished piece and the yarns. She had washed and dried the finished piece and shrank it enough that there was no way I would be able to match the stitch.. (I started over and he got his afghan in a week.)
January 5th, 2009 at 9:23 am
Oooh, cool necklace!
I got a “sew your own monster” kit for x-mas (coolest gift I got, by far), but somehow opening it I couldn’t find the instructions. I decided hey, it can’t be that hard, right? Yeah, it kind of is that hard somehow. I did end up with a monster! Just not the monster I intended. I do have extra pieces left over (how?), so I guess soon I will have *two* monsters!!
January 5th, 2009 at 12:30 pm
There have been some bad ones over the years, the two that stick in my head are 1. when I was using a sewing machine while wearing a fluttery long sleeve shirt. ended up sewing the quilt fabric to my sleeve. The other was when I left a hot glue gun on my craft table to go answer a call and came back to find it had discharged hot glue all over place, ruined the project I was working on and the table. I have since learned to wear sensible clothes when sewing and the unplug and properly store items when not in use. I am sure there will be more disasters down the road, life it a learning experience LOL
January 5th, 2009 at 1:33 pm
As a new mom I trried to make my so a pair of PJ for christmas..The pants fit but we are still waiting years later for him to be able to wear the top.
January 5th, 2009 at 3:14 pm
I tried to crochet an afghan after dental surgery (and the narcotic painkillers my dentist sent me home with). The resulting monstrosity I created was the subject of family ridicule for about a year afterwards!
January 5th, 2009 at 3:59 pm
I can’t think of a funny craft story…but just wanted to say I love the necklace!
January 5th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
The funniest was with my first experience with a hot glue gun. I knew that it got hot but had no clue how hot it really could get. I had all of my supplies ready and push the trigger and lots of hot glue came out and went just about everywhere except for where I wanted it. I had glue on my fingers and on top of all of my supplies and long strings of glue everywhere.
I learned a quick and valuable lesson and have finally mastered the hot glue gun.
January 5th, 2009 at 4:23 pm
I think you need a link to my post about joining the quilter’s guild and the ensuing bloodshed.
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January 5th, 2009 at 5:16 pm
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January 5th, 2009 at 5:44 pm
When my husband and I were first married we didn’t have much money. We decided to hand make Christmas ornaments for gifts to everyone in our families. We had the most fun making those ornaments. We still have a few and hang them on our tree every year.
January 5th, 2009 at 6:35 pm
Okay, I already entered, so you can ignore this post. But I thought of another story.
When I was in seventh grade, my english teacher decided to teach a quilting class. We found out that she is in fact, an incredible sewer, and she does it all by hand. But to show us what not to do, she brought in the first quilt she had ever made. It was made out of a purple velvet with green flowers on it (An overall ugly and hard to work with choice) AND, she had added pink lace. To top it off, it was supposed to be a three foot wide square tapestry for her and her husbands anniversary, but somehow ended up being about six inches by one foot. I don’t think she gave it to him until she was far enough away from the anniversary that he wouldn’t realize what she had made it for.
Good luck to everyone who posted a story!
~Kit
January 5th, 2009 at 7:57 pm
I would love to win!!
January 5th, 2009 at 8:15 pm
When I was 9 I was home alone and got the bright idea to replicate a craft we had done at school. You put a few drops of bleach on a colored sheet of construction paper and blow on the bleach with a straw. The bleach is supposed to bleach the paper and leave designs that look like tree branches. You then glue pussywillows to the ends of the “branches” and all together it looks like a pussywillow tree. Well we didn’t have a kitchen table at the time so I decided to put my paper on the top step and blow through the straw from a few steps below. Of course I had the OPEN bottle of bleach sitting right there on the top step. I’m sure you see where this is going. I ended up knoocking the bottle of bleach over and bleaching the carpet on several of the top steps. My mom was pissed when she got home. I tried to convince her that the cat had done it but I had a heck of a time explaining why the CAT needed an open bottle of bleach. What can I say, I was 9, lol.
January 5th, 2009 at 8:29 pm
I was knitting a baby surprise sweater by Elizabeth Zimmerman. When I finished my son commented that it wasn’t my best work but would work for a dishtowel. He was just absolutely amazed when I folded it an a baby jacket appeared!
January 5th, 2009 at 9:41 pm
I had been working on a life-size stuffed doll for my daughter’s 4th birthday, but hadn’t gotten the hair attached yet… so all the photos from her party show her with this huge (as big as her) white BALD doll, which her friend later kept referring to as “the new kid”
January 5th, 2009 at 11:41 pm
It’s always nerve-wracking giving someone a crafty gift. When I was about 13 or so I gave my grandpa one of the first dolls I made… it was filled with rice, bald, and faceless. I was mainly proud of the cowboy themed overalls I made for it. During one visit to my grandparents I found my doll hanging by the neck from a noose in the garage — it served as the marker for where the truck needed to stop when parking it.
The best part was realizing that he had given my weirdo doll a purpose, and one he had to look at every time he was in the garage. Ever since then I try to only give crafty things that can be used– or at least appreciated in somewhat the same way. Thanks grandpa.
January 6th, 2009 at 12:51 am
I was trying to teach my 4 1/2 year old son how to put Elmer’s glue on his hands and let it dry, then peel it off (we were in the middle of trying to craft a yarn/balloon/glue bowl). He HATED the feeling of wet glue on his hands and cried these horrible sobs. He let it dry then peeled it off and wanted to do it again and again. It was a funny day. Crafting with him is a ball!
January 6th, 2009 at 1:32 am
A live tree seems like a nice idea. Untl you realize that your live tree also has a nest of…live wasps, who all hatch out in the warmth of the house and try to kill everyone who gets near “their” tree….Digging up a tree is as close to being “crafty” as I have ever gotten, which, given the way it turned out, is probably safer for everyone!
January 6th, 2009 at 1:41 am
first, what an awesome necklace.
i dont have a funny craft story, but i do have a cute one! i made my grandmother these stuffed hearts in home ec in high school. well 20 yrs later, she still has the hearts on her wall!!
they are the uglieat things you will ever see!!!!
January 6th, 2009 at 1:30 pm
This winter I was making crafty snowmen with my 5 year old daughter. I set out the supplies on the table (construction paper, cotton balls, glue, pipe cleaners, etc.), and we both went to work. She made me promise not to look at hers until she was done, and I agreed. Well, I made mine, a cute melted snowman with buttons for eyes and a little felt hat, but when I looked over at her finished product, I laughed so hard I was crying. She had made an anatomically correct “Daddy” snowman, with buttons for b*lls and an orange felt carrot for a p*nis. LOL
January 6th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
Well, a friend of mine was working on her Wedding Scrapbook & she spilled her Diet Coke ALL OVER IT…yeah, she was pretty angry with herself. Not fun.
January 6th, 2009 at 1:40 pm
I don’t know how horrible this is, but once I was working on a beading project (teeny tiny seed beads), I had them all in a small, metal tray. My cat got scared by something and stepped on the tray – all of the beads scattered all over the table, rug, and floor. I was finding beads in the cracks of the wood floor for weeks!
January 6th, 2009 at 1:43 pm
I had painted a floor cloth and had set it out on the drive way to dry…it wasn’t supposed to rain that day, so I figured I was fine. Well, I neglected to think that our new kitten would be interested in it, yeah, she walked all over it…she only got a pit of paint on her paws (which I washed out immediately) – but the floor cloth sure got a lot of fur on it!
January 6th, 2009 at 3:36 pm
I WAS TRYING TO MAKE CUTE EASTER BUNNIES BY GLUEING COTTON BALLS ONTO BLOWN OUT EGGS SHELLS AND HAD THE WORST MESS W/ MORE COTTON STUCK ON ME INSTEAD OF THE EGGS. IT LOOKED EASY IN THE INSTRUCTIONS!
January 6th, 2009 at 4:32 pm
Last Easter my Mother and I attempted to create two enamel painted and faberge inspired eggs for a centerpiece. After hours of painstaking painting we placed then on our dining room table. Perfect. My three year old came over to look at the eggs and bumped into our table. Both eggs tumbled off their pedestals and a mini lake of yolk seeped into our tablecloth. It was then that we realized we mixed up the eggs and neglected to use the boiled eggs! It was shortly after that the doorbell rang and our guests arrived. Our centerpiece had to be thrown out and our entire table had to be reset at the last minute.
January 6th, 2009 at 4:40 pm
My mother, bless her little cotton socks, is not very crafty but she imagines she is Martha Stewart. Some examples of her handiwork include hot glueing plastic jewels around her bathroom mirror. I’m unsure what effect she was going for, mardi gras? She also loves to personalise gifts such as Christmas ornaments, cat bowls, earrings. The results are so cringe worthy that I often have to claim my four year old created them. I won’t even begin to go into her fascination with the colours of spray paint and how 50% of the items in her home have been um “painted”.
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January 6th, 2009 at 5:24 pm
My son had glued several items (various craft items) on a Christmas Gingerbread house model. He seemed content, so I left my son for about 10 mintues to prepare dinner. I came back and he said “look mommy” — he had glued all my earrings, necklaces and rings to the house.
He was 8.
January 6th, 2009 at 6:22 pm
I think it is pretty funny that I can never actually finish a craft project, I have stuff from 10 years ago, still unfinished. My daughter loves to do crafts and when I do something extremely simple so she has an example, she says “Mommy, you finished it!”
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January 6th, 2009 at 9:11 pm
i just moved in with my boyfriend and the look on his face whenever he comes home and i’m crafting is priceless! before he had only ever seen the finished products and had never seen anything in progress!
January 6th, 2009 at 10:01 pm
I am tense. I am a very, very tense person. When I cross stitch, everything is fine, tight, and my work looks pretty similar back to front. But when I try to knit…. I have tried on 4-5 separate occasions and every time I end up having to cut off my knitting from the needles with exacto knives. That is how tight I knit. It got to the point where my mother forbid me from using her needles anymore after I put grooves in them with the knife trying to get off yarn that was so tight it no longer moved at all. Oy!
January 6th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
I have a little girl who loves when we fabric paint and embellish on her hanes sweats we pick up from Wal-Mart.
One day we painted a snow man on her hot pink sweats and then I told her we had to let it dry. I went into the living room and she came in and said “Mommy, we have two snowmans now!”
I knew she had opened the paint and did some more designing and I was dreading the mess. I ran into the kitchen and found the snowman was kind of messed up and smashed. I asked her where was snowman number 2?
She pointed at the shirt she had on and said, “Right here! I hugged the snowman and he made one on my shirt too!”
January 7th, 2009 at 12:26 am
i made a diorama for my 3D design class, it was built on a piece of Styrofoam and was already delicate enough. I take it to class hoping it doesn’t fall apart in my hands, thankfully it doesn’t, i get an A and i’m waling back to my car and i’m carrying it without looking where i’m going, i step in a sink hole and it goes flying out of my hands and breaks into a million pieces! So glad i got that out of the way!
January 7th, 2009 at 12:36 am
A few years ago I thought I’d try my hand at cake decorating. I’d watched several craft programs on the subject, I was half way to professional status! I bought a simple cake decorating kit, complete with video instruction. I baked a fabulous cake and set to mixing a lovely rainbow of butter cream icing samples. I spent the next couple of hours RUINING said fabulous cake with smears of running and oddly blended colors, picking icing out of my hair (and the dog’s hair, too), scraping icing off the ceiling and my husband and crying into the phone at my mother, begging for advice.
Now I buy my cakes, from a store, from people who don’t cry at the site of a stand mixer and/or a butter cream icing recipe.
January 7th, 2009 at 10:19 am
When I was ten I went through my Mom’s old recipe box, filled with mysterious handwritten recipes from her mom, grandma, and great grandma. I found a recipe for caramel icing and decided that I had to have it for my birthday cake. What I didn’t know is that it was from her great grandma, and filled with such exact measurements such as dollop, dash, a bit, and not too much. Mom was a trooper, though, and my cake looked wonderful. Until it was time to put the candles in. The bottom of the tiny wax candles made a lovely tapping noise on the top of the cake, but it turned out the candles themselves were softer than the icing. After tapping on the cake, at first gently, then not so gently, with a variety of household objects my uncle took out his pocket knife and carved holes for the candles. After the blowing and wishing was finished they took a hammer and a clean screwdriver and broke the icing into bite-sized bits, which were, by the way, delicious.
We never let her live it down, but it never ceased to make us all laugh when we talked about it.
January 7th, 2009 at 12:10 pm
One time i set my knitting down too close to a candle. I smelled burning from the kitchen, and when I walked back into the living room, the baby blanket and my coffee table were on fire!
January 7th, 2009 at 4:48 pm
I recently did a little decorative painting on wood thing for my sister and before it dried my friend’s dog had just taken a drink of water and drooled on it a bit. It actually looked cool so i kept it that way!
January 7th, 2009 at 5:52 pm
I like it alot!!!!
January 7th, 2009 at 7:42 pm
lol i don’t know where to begin. i’ve started so many project over time and never finished anything. sometimes i wear them the way they are
January 7th, 2009 at 7:48 pm
i must be the only one reading this site who’s not a crafter. my granny is a great crafter and artist, has been all her life and i can’t measure up so i don’t even try.
January 7th, 2009 at 8:00 pm
This hangman necklace is awesome. I wish it was hanging from my neck—but congrats to the lucky winner.
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January 7th, 2009 at 8:06 pm
H A N G M A N ! Luana, this is a great necklace, good work.
January 7th, 2009 at 9:33 pm
Ok, not sure if this is “funny” but I really want the necklace:
When I was 19, my aunt adopted a newborn boy. A few months later, it was mother’s day and we planned to celebrate at her house. I sort of looked around the garage and cobbled together a casual, last-minute gift. I took a giant clay flowerpot and painted it, using whatever paints I had around. I painted the baby all swaddled up. I painted my aunt, smiling. I painted a bunch of silver stars and flowers.
It was supposed to be sweet but kind of goofy. My aunt has the incredibly endearing habit of thinking everything I do is genius. So she CHERISHED that flowerpot and displays it now, 17 years later, to guests on every holiday. Bonnie MADE THIS for me, she says. Which would be fine if I made it when I was, oh… say SIX years old. But there it is. It her living room. With a big silk tree “growing” out of it, to this day.
January 7th, 2009 at 9:52 pm
I should really know better. I had a craft shop and taught for many years. One Holiday season I made very pretty lacy ornaments crocheted with very fine thread. I then starched them in heavy heavy starch and stretched them over water glasses to hold their shape while they dried. There was no way ever that these were going to come off that glass after they dried. I tried everything ! water, oil, heat, prayer, weeks of work in the garbage.
January 7th, 2009 at 11:21 pm
My friend once decided to hand make a whole outfit. She is pretty good at making clothing, but when it came to the shoes she was lost. She finally had the idea to make the shoes out of cardboard glued over the top of a few soda cans, then she glued tissue boxes over the top of that. It seemed to work…until she tried wearing them. The cans crushed under her weight. It also looked terrible. Needless to say she wont be trying any of her wonderful crafting ideas again. The worst part was, she tried to wear her “outfit” in public. both her and I thought it was hysterical and are still laughing about it today.
January 8th, 2009 at 7:12 am
My biggest crafting mistake is when I went to frame a cross-stitch design I had made. I don’t know what I was thinking but I got it all centered, pulled tight and everything and finished it up. I breathed a sigh of relief for a job well done. Then I turned the frame over to see it in all its finished glory and it was inside out.
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January 8th, 2009 at 9:26 am
I unfortunately have to admit that some of my great grandmother’s creations could be showcased here. I think she might be categorized as one of those old school crafters. Y’know, the kind who created things with whatever they had lying around because that’s all she had available.
Some of her finer creations were made with bleach bottles, worn out flannel shirts, cigar boxes, and old coffee cans. My all time favourite medium of hers though, had to be. . . weeds. I cant’ tell you how many ‘pictures’ she made from milkweed pods and foxtails.
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January 8th, 2009 at 11:10 am
My grandfather was a strict Methodist minister, very pious and never said a curse word. Christmas 1977 one of his nieces decided to knit a sweather for him. She was into the new age colors and designs. Chrismas morning with our family all around he opened his gift. The sweather was the loudest ourple I have ever seen. Damn was the word we heard him say. Needless to say everyone laughed and the story is still being told.
January 8th, 2009 at 1:14 pm
Me & my mom use to sell crafts at shows! Often I would work at the kitchen bar with a glue guns making lace hats.
One day while mutlitasking, cooking, dinner, watchingthe kids, taking care of the pets, talking on the phone, working on the hats………I went to the bath room &sat back down at the bar.
I found I had glue the hat to the bar!
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January 8th, 2009 at 1:15 pm
My mother, bless her little cotton socks, is not very crafty but she imagines she is Martha Stewart.
January 8th, 2009 at 1:30 pm
When I was very young my neighbor taught me how to knit. I was very proud of my new found talent and my poor mom had hand knit things all over the house — coasters, dish washing cloths, “decorative” covers for the arms of chairs… you get the idea. I even had new blankets for all of my dolls. The one I look back on and feel sorriest for was my Dalmatian dog who had to suffer the indignities of wearing the sweaters I knit for him… never using a pattern. Did I mention I had a fascination with blue variegated yarn?
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January 8th, 2009 at 2:32 pm
I was knitting my first scarf and was almost finished when my daughter (who was sitting with me on my bed) asked if I would get her something to drink, I told her yes and not to touch my knitting while I did. Sure enough when I came back in the room there she was in a tangled mess holding the knitting needles! I asked what she had done and she replied,”Mom, there was a loose string hanging out so I pulled it.” Obviously she kept pulling it. I laugh about it now, but then I almost burst into tears!
January 8th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
I love doing beadwork but love cats also. Let’s just say the two things do not mix. Beads moving on a string are way too inticing to a cat. I was working on one bracelet that involved stretchy cord. My cat ate it – well most of it. I wasn’t sure which one did it until I saw the “bungy” poop hanging from the culprit. It was gross but funny.
January 8th, 2009 at 2:44 pm
Love all sorts of arts and crafts, but can’t seem to find the time to do any
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January 8th, 2009 at 5:41 pm
That’s a unique necklace. Never seem another like it. I like that it’s wrapped in recycled materials too.
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January 8th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
My daughter used my craft supplies and “decorated” the walls.
January 8th, 2009 at 7:57 pm
When I was a little girl,my mom asked me to go in her sewing box
and get her a needle,well my mom had all kinds of goodies in
her sewing box.I picked up a fishing hook,she had in there to
give to her,looked like a needle to me.Somehow it got caught in
her finger and she couldn’t get it out.We had to wait till my Dad
got home and I felt bad while she sat there in pain.
January 8th, 2009 at 9:10 pm
My 10 year old son made a tiny boxcar to enter into a boxcar derby. He made it himself but alias the car fell apart as it raced toward the finish line.
January 8th, 2009 at 10:16 pm
My sister started knitting when she was about 8. Her first project started out as a scarf. It got rather large for a scarf and soon it was to be a sweater. As it continued to grow, it moved up to a throw/comforter for the couch. When it outsized any comforter any of us had seen, she announced that it was now going to be a blanket for her bed. That was about 40 years ago…as far as I know, she is still knitting on it.
January 9th, 2009 at 1:53 am
i make the mistake every year of allowing my daughters to decide what i will be making for our halloween costumes will be. bad enough was the year we all went as cheerleaders (oooh i hate cheerleaders) but even worse was last year’s praire girls complete with pantaloons, aprons and lots of coverage. my girls’ costumes came out perfect. mine was so tight (because i didn’t think to measure myself as diligently as i did them) that i couldn’t breathe deeply or sit properly. i had the posture of a puritan that night.