|NOT MADE BY THE MOTHERSHIP|
This is what happened. A friend from college has been following my preparations for Disneyland. She sent me the above picture of a Minnie Mouse hair clip she had found on Pinterest. She encouraged me to make them for my daughters.
I went to collage with her in 1995. That is a long time ago--a long time for her to forget that I don't craft. I would rather build you a new deck than do the tiny, repetitive movements required to craft. But the picture was so-o cute! Darn that Pinterest!
Last night, my son and husband went to the Priesthood Session of General Conference and I determined to have a fun girl's night with my daughters. I found the required scraps, asked my girl if I could use the new glue gun her aunt gave her for her recent birthday and prepared myself to have fun, crafting away with my daughters.
It was everything I could do not to swear and not to scream and not to throw the glue gun out the window. I know some of you live and breath for the Crafting Channel. I know your "me time" is any time you can have a glue gun in your hand. I love you for your talents, but I have to admit that I do not understand you. Crafting time for me is a practice in patience. How many times did I count 10 or take deep, calming, don't-freak-out-here breaths? I made mistake after mistake and the worst part is that I couldn't even blame it on anyone else! I was the screw-up every flipping time! But alas, we finally completed eight Minnie Clips (though it still wasn't enough to make me lament having been blessed with so many daughters).
Don't look too closely. No, I'm serious. I made the picture small for a reason.
The red ticking Minnie's will go with this Classic Mickey tee-dress.
While the white and blue will go with these simple t-shirts.
Because, clearly, I do . . .
at least once every 10 years or so.