She's Crafty

As I was sitting outside, freezing to death trying to get a proper photo of my loaner car --in the dark (for an upcoming post), I began shivering.

Shivering really makes it difficult to hold the camera still enough for night shots and I was not going to walk back into the house to get a tripod for a silly post photo.
So I held my breath (good when you're trying to be still) and looked over to see this.
Obviously this photo wasn't taken tonight and you're probably wondering why I bothered to take it at all.

This is me, stepping way beyond my comfort zone.

I signed up for a Spouses Club activity this week to make wreaths even though I am the most craftily-challenged person ever. This project accomplished several things:

• I agreed to go somewhere without any crutches--no friends.
  
• I agreed to go somewhere. period.
• I also realized that I don't always finish projects I start. Like my first attempt at cross stitch in 1997 that has gone to every location with me for the last 11 years. I managed a shadow and two buttons of a snowman and then got bored with it. There's two unfinished afghans buried in a landfill somewhere in the U.S., do I even need to mention my Stampin'Up collection that NEVER gets used?
  

So there I was " Wreath night" on the military base where I know NO ONE.

It was a great group, they really helped me feel welcome and hooked me up with a lady that I liked instantly. As we teased our moss and pricked our fingers on nasty little thorns (found a snail and a stink bug in the greens as well) that stinking allergy thing hit again. I had to step away from the table to sneeze and wheeze more than I was actually building my wreath.

As I stood there with a moss-covered wire covered on only one side with a glowing red nose and leaky eyes (I image my face was beginning to resemble a Dali painting), I mentioned that I was happy with it just like it was but my table wouldn't let me give up.
I even tried to leave without a bow, but someone quickly put one on for me and the instructor wouldn't let me exit the building until she put a hanger on the back (despite my protests that I could just wrap a string around it--I think she actually cringed).

I made that sad little wall hanging and lived to photograph it.

Now knowing this, maybe you'll get my excitement over winning these fabulous hand-made cards over at Potted Frog. Don't tell her, but I was actually thrilled to death when I thought I had won a choice of one of the cards, but the prize was all of them!

I'd love to send you a nice little note, but for now I'm sleeping with them on my pillow. They'll probably sit on my mantle after that. Thank you my Albuquerque friend!!

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