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I whine a lot here.
If it makes you feel any better (or less annoyed because who doesn’t get annoyed with a whiner, right?) I whine everywhere. Not just here. In fact, growing up, my mom and dad used to call me Pam. For, you guessed it, Piss And Moan. (Get it? I’ve got clever parents.)
But, you guys. You need to understand what I’m dealing with here.
That’s the forecast as of Wed at 7 pm. So that “tonight” is actually last night. (Which is, in real time, still tonight because I’m actually writing this on Wednesday at 7 pm. And now I’m all confused because I just Tarantino’ed you. Or Tarantino’ed myself. I’m getting all Pulp Fiction in here.)
The point? It’s May and it is snowing. There are words that would adequately describe my feelings toward this, but they are not appropriate for young impressionable eyes.
Since there aren’t any of those kinds of eyes reading, I can say them. The words are FUCK and THIS and SHIT. (Yeah. I said it. And I mean it.)
But, since this blog actually does have a purpose (no it doesn’t, who am I trying to kid?), instead of more whining, let’s talk about something pertinent.
Cookies? Nah. Let’s talk crafts.
I made this a LONG time ago. I have wanted to make it, and I even had all the stuff needed to do the making of it, since even LONGER ago. Lots longer ago. (Ignore that awful grammar, Megan.)
Take a clear plate and flip it upside down on top of scrap paper. (Preferably a page ripped out of Oprah magazine so that the Big O (hehe) can watch over your craftiness.) Coat the plate liberally with Mod Podge. Carefully spread a square of fabric on top of the Mod Podge and smoosh it flat.
Coat with another layer of Mod Podge and let the whole thing dry for about 12 hours. Trim the edges of the fabric, clean off the stray bits of Mod Podge, and that’s it!
The plate can’t be submerged in water nor can it be cleaned in the dishwasher, but it is otherwise functional. But, more importantly, it’s cute. And, as I always (never) say, fashion over function!
This was the first plate I made, and I’m going to make more as soon as I get more clear plates. Next time? I’ll make sure that stray bits of fabric don’t get stuck between the plate and the fabric, forever calling attention to my ineptitude. (See that piece in the middle? On the blue mug? That’s in there FOREVER.)
Dear Oprah, You said you had my back. Thanks for nothing. Love, Katie
Your turn to whine. Feel free to lay it on thick. I do. But don’t expect sympathy. While I can whine with the best of them, I am not very good at the sympathizing part. It’s a double standard that comes with the Katie package.
While I can’t say that I’m sorry about the f-bombs, I can say that I will TRY to not drop them often. Only when necessary. Like, for example, referring to SNOW in MAY , for crap’s sake.