I have been such the busy little bee this weekend. My imagination has been blossoming with ideas. And I use the term "blossoming" in more than just the literal sense. Little felted flowers are popping up all over mi casa, much to my husbands dismay. My kitchen table has become creativity central with bins of yard sale embellishments, stacks of different colored felt, mason jars full of beads and buttons, and I even pulled out and dusted off the old Bedazzler. Man, I sure have missed that thing! I told you I was hooked on these cute little rosettes, but now I am beginning to think that I am way past the stage of "hooked"...obsessed might be the best term.
In working on these cute little accessories, I thought, "Isn't this the perfect gift or addition to an outfit for Valentine's Day."
In the back of my mind, I remembered buying a plastic bag full of lace trimmings, pearl sprays, and other vintage ornaments from some sweet old lady having a yard sale. Her days of creating wedding and shower corsages were long gone, and a little outdated if I may say so myself. Digging through my craft room, there it was, that neatly packed Ziploc bag, my diamonds in the rough. I then proceeded to plug in that age old hot glue gun, cover my kitchen table with everything I'd collected, and get to work. Several hot glue burns later, some of the tackiest, gaudiest, most beautiful corsages lay before me. When I use the term tacky, I use it loosely, and in repetition of my better half's explanation of some of my work. I tend to believe tacky to be a good attribute, full of fun and individuality, rare and extraordinary.
Ya'll just have to know that I have had a ball! It's just too bad that I didn't have anyone to celebrate these flashy, entertaining creations with. That's why I'm pouring it all out on my blog. Now I have shared in this experience with others, in hopes that there may be someone out there who might receive the slightest merriment from my weekend embellishment-a-thon. Who knows, maybe I've inspired you to blow off the dust on some age old project you've been planning to work on for the past 20 years. My prayer for you is that you get that freeing feeling, the one where endless possibilities lay before you. And just think, all you have to do is plug in that hot glue gun!
P.S. Dear sweet little old lady who had the yard sale. I must apologize to you if you're out there reading this. My thoughts of your trimmings being outdated were very snobbish and unreasonable. They were the perfect finishing touches to my Valentine's Day corsages. I hope you will accept my apology.
