Some days I amaze myself. . .
Other days I can't find the inkpad that is directly in front of me. 99% of the time there is a cat sitting on top of my current project licking glue dots off of its paws and the other furball is gagging himself on a spool of ribbon that is unraveling on the floor. $#@!#$ it! I've lost a die half the size of a tic-tac in a garbage can twice the size of Florida. My paper piercer rolls off my desk very narrowly missing impaling my big toe and there's a never-ending trail of hexagonal pop dot backs around my house. Forget a manicure because my fingers are permanently stained Rich Razzleberry. And Tangerine Tango. And Pacific Point. And. . . Ugh, dear God, what is that color?
This is real life my friends. And, I often forget to share this with you. . .
Thanks to the magic of smoke and mirrors (which means lots of selective editing on my part) what I do share with you is always the seemingly perfect final product and not the blood, sweat and tears behind it all. Yes, I lead you to believe that making cards is fun and easy ALL of the time, and that I live in this creative utopia of lollipops and unicorns and I make cards and blah, blah, blahbeddy blah. . . But, let's be honest, some days my cards are crap, I will always hate the color yellow, the camera battery is dead, chipboard papercuts suck, this hobby is so %$#$%@ expensive, the lighting is all wrong, I don't even like that stamp set anymore, the ink pad is dry, I'm sick of writing posts and why, why, why can't my craft room look like Mary Fish's?
I'm not saying that what I do is rocket science, but, there's a sense of personal failure in art at times, much like with anything else in one's life. It ebbs and it flows. Some days I feel like my cards deserve to be on display at MOMA and some days my 6-year-old niece contorts her best yuck face putting me back in my place when she
matter-of-factly states "that's terrible Auntie Crystal!"
The purpose of today's brutally honest and hopefully mildly comedic filled rant is for me to show you, and more importantly to remind myself, that behind the scenes of this crazy tragic sometimes almost magic awful beautiful life, for me, is a genuine love for cards, a love for the people I make them with and the craft room in which I create them.
Perfection is not required. Happiness is.
Thanks for visiting and have a wonderfully creative day!
*Today's card was created for the Paper Craft Crew Design Team.
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