Yesterday, I mentioned that Mr. RH had moved into a new apartment. Which, in my mind, meant one thing: sweet, let's buy some new crap to decorate.
About 30 seconds after I spent my whole paycheck at Target (what, you'd do it too!), I realized that I had to slow my roll. Not to mention, Mr. RH was somewhat less amused at the mounds of crap I was toting into the place (usually while he wasn't home, duh I'm not stupid).
So then I remember that, in college, I was quite the budding artist. And by "quite" I mean "not at all."
I decided that I wanted to paint some fun canvases to decorate the big, white walls of Mr. RH's new place. So, of course, I went Hobby Lobby crazy. Damn if I can't walk into there without spending $50 on crap I wasn't even looking for.
After a while, I had a bunch of blank canvases piled up in my bedroom... so I decided it was time to take action.
I had seen some cute pictures of multi-canvas pictures that looked really cool... and decided that was my plan. Of course, Mr. RH didn't like the giant puffy-glitter heart I had in mind... so I decided that some manly tree was the way to go.
So.... I drew my branches.
Next step: leaves, cause they're manly. Ehh, let's add flowers while we're at it.
Hey, let's just add more branches. Like, everywhere.
PANIC PANIC, what have I done this looks like crap!
Oh wait, just add more flowers. They fix everything.
Cut to present day, 14 days later. Still haven't finished the damn thing, STORY OF MY LIFE.
80% is the new 100% finished, RIGHT?
Am I the only one who can't finish a craft to save my life? Mostly because I'm afraid?
Tell me I'm not the only one.
Hold me, I need to finish this damn thing cause it's stressing me out.