Saturday, January 28, 2012

Craftily Challenged

I am craftily challenged.

Believe me, it's not for lack of trying.

I've tried and tried and tried over years and years and years.

Oh, how I've tried.

Literally dozens and dozens of projects and I have crossed paths.

Alas, I am just like that lady who goes to every Relief Society homemaking meeting (and yes, I know they're not called that any more) and comes home with a gooey, painty, gluey looking blob of crap that was supposed to be a tole painted snowman*.

Or like the little kid in every classroom who always wants the teacher to do their art projects for them because they "don't know how".

The ridiculous thing about it is that I'm so supremely confident in myself that my past failures never seem to dissuade me from trying and, inevitably, failing again.

I am now a Pinterest junkie.

I see all of these things people post there, I look them up, watch the tutorial videos, and think, "Oh, maybe this project could be my redemption!"

Last week I choose two - the kind of projects that only an idiot could mess up because there are less than four steps to make them successfully.

I spent last night and this afternoon crafting my little heart out only to be faced with what was supposed to be a chalkboard book turning into a crinkly, globby, warped mess.

I tried again in the form of picture blocks.

However, since I couldn't find the right supplies, I just decided to do it my way.

Big mistake.  Big.  Huge.

The only one I completed looks like something a seven-year-old would bring home from summer camp.

I'm not exaggerating.

I wanted to cry.  Like twelve times.

I mean, I'm a smart, educated, accomplished girl, right?

Is there any reason why I have to be such a crafting loser?


*Incidentally, I stopped attending any church meetings/classes where crafting or sewing is mentioned because always turns into such a bloody nightmare.  Both for me and whomever is teaching the class.


2 comments:

Chamberlin said...

Its in the genes girl. I've got the same problem.

oblivious said...

Sister Holland mentioned in her book that she gave up sewing because she knew that she would never be able to make matching dresses that looked like she hadn't slave for 10 years over them. She said that was a liberating decision and eliminated a lot of unnecessary guilt and self-flagellation from her life.

(I paraphrased this, of course, because I'm too lazy at the moment to go get the book off my bookshelf 15 feet from me and give you a verbatim citation. But, it's either in "A Quiet Heart" or "On Earth As It Is In Heaven.")