thanksgiving

I told you all I was addicted to Pintrest, right? It started out great because I spend a lot of time in front of the computer, believe it or not...but only with one hand, as the other is holding a baby or a feeding tube.  My love affair with the site, where you can mark pictures of things you find interesting, is becoming a bit of a love/hate relationship--because it is making me feel very inadequate. 

Pintrest is full of 'how to's on everything you can think of---make your own soap, 101 homemade christmas ideas, original teacher gifts, recipes, handcrafted this, that, and the other.  I love stuff like that.  Scratch that.  I love the idea of stuff like that.  But when it comes down to it, the process of learning, getting, and doing all the steps involved in making an 'oragami turkey that swoops down over your thanksgiving table proclaiming a blessing' is overwhelming to me.  (Ok, I made that one up, but you get the idea).

Pressure, people, pressure. 

I took the bait and decided to try a simpler craft that would preserve the sweet handprints of my babies for posterity.  Here are the steps:

1.  go to Hobby Lobby for supplies.  find paint aisle.  become overwhelmed with varieties of 'brown', and 'washable' and leave store with a multipack what contains neither.  get canvases.  leave store and realize I forgot to use my 40% coupon. 

2.  tell family the plan.  i'm not totally positve they weren't excited, but let's just say, i didn't hear any cheers.

3.  get supplies ready.  mix paints on paper plate to create perfect brown (not easy).  realize i have no paintbrush--use baster from

      kitchen.

4.  decide i should start with garrett and would need an assistant (paul)

5. bribe both.

6. lose my holiday cheer with both.

7. paint hands in order of age

8. have a glass of wine (should have moved this up in the order)

9. vow to quit looking at Pintrest