Vogue, even though I’ve never cross stitched ( or cross dressed for that matter) and am craft-impaired, if I could find sarcastic cross stitch starter kit instead of the granny sayings, I would take it up instantly. There has to be some mula to be earned by the sector of women who have a light behind their eyes and a darkness in their spirit who do not want a “Home Sweet Home” sampler thingy hanging on their wall.
My neighbor has one she made: Either the house looks good or I look good. Pick one.
Deciding to totally crush my self esteem in time for the holidays, I’m taking a ceramics class with my crafty neighbors. The selection to pick from to clean and paint is so disappointing ( gnomes, cows, elves, you know granny/country crap-o-rama clutter stuff that ends up in a garage sale. Nothing practical.) that I had to scrouge to find something that wasn’t offensively tacky. ( A piggy bank and very simple vase.)
I found an upscale very contemporary ceramics place that is kinda pricey, but for $7 and hour plus the cost of your ceramic, you get all the paint, tools, firing and help
in a much nicer atmosphere. I might blow off the rest of the pay-as-you-go classes and go there for my cereal bowls for everyone this Xmas plan.
If that fails, there is always potholders that I can whip out in under an hour. ( No two the exact same size, a speciality of mine!)
Crap, I’m rambling…