From Crappy to Crafty...

Let me just start by saying, I am NOT a crafty person.

I tried to scrapbook once, but abandoned my kindergartner-sticks-cotton-balls-on-construction-paper page after a mere 15 minutes.

I took a sewing class in high school, and nearly sewed my fingers to what was supposed to be a shoulder bag. Oh, and the shoulder bag came out looking more like a pair of holey socks.

Then there was the glue gun incident of 2000. Severe burns ensued. Enough said.

Through these failed attempts at craftiness, I have become known among my family members and friends as the Anticraft. At first I felt sad about my lack of skill, but later accepted my fate and just paid the talented people to make stuff for me.

Until today.

After cleaning the entire apartment for the 67 millionth time, I wandered into the nursery. It was there that I realized something was missing, and it was up to me to fill that void.

So I waddled to the car, drove to Wal*Mart and purchased the following:





With tools in hand, I set to work doing this:



Which eventually led to this:



And ultimately turned into this:




I made something for my baby's room! AND I didn't kill or mame myself! AND I didn't burn down the apartment! AND I actually like how it turned out!

Sure, a two year old could have slapped some paint on a few pre-made flower hooks. But right now, I feel like this: