I, Me, Mel crafted.

You're probably like, "Woman, you have blog, you have a kid, you seem to be God fearing. Duh. Of course you did. Isn't that what you people do?"

This people don't. I have serious attention issues when it comes to crafting. Just to put this into perspective, I was so proud I half completed a little painting I displayed it in my kitchen for three years. One, two, three years of pride over something I only spent an hour on tops that still had unfilled pencil tracings on it. It was a record.  Currently two thirds of my dining room chairs are recovered. It's been that way since Easter. My basement stairs have had painters tape on them for a year and half. Not painted. Not happening.

So when I saw this tutorial, I told myself I would do it. All the way baby. (Don't stress, not trying to bring back bad 80's slang. That was me talking to my child. I know he reads this.)

 Phin ended up with glue in his hair, I sprayed myself in the face with orange paint, and Jared is all sorts of bummed over the book I chose.

Please Jared. Like you ever planned on reading about the Cartesian Revolution. Or maybe you did. In which case, my bad.

But really, my good.

Plus I made my favorite chowder today. And cleaned, so bam. Just as domestic as you think I should be.