Hindsight Is Legally Blind

by jen on November 20, 2006

Saturday night I spent studying and puttering around. I rewarded myself for finishing 1/4 of my Copyright outline with some serious crafting.

First, I made Martha placecards for Thanksgiving:

Then, I made myself a wine box (on top o’ fridge), last year’s Christmas gift:

Then, I made some Pumpkin bread, still expensive but cheaper than Starbucks, and GOOD.

Finally, I made a bird’s nest, inspired by a Katie Brown episode, like, eons ago.

And you know? It is UGLY. It is less ugly than it appears in this photo because I fixed the big ole hole in the front and it will be even less ugly when The Boy returns and I can make him clip the scraggly wire I can’t reach, but it is still Ugly.

Part of this is because I didn’t have enough copper wire (tip to the occasional crafter: always blame your tools). Another bit of ugliness can be attributed to the fact I’m not tall enough to hang it properly.

And then of course there’s the help I get from Fred & Ethel.

The largest part of this Travesty of Grapevine, I blame on nostalgia.

Because you see, I made this damn thing once before, four years ago, for another holiday season. And I’d forgotten about what a pain in the ass it is to make. And about its sure-fire Love Connection with Ugly.

It’s like the time I went to Coachella. I came back from it complaining endlessly to poor Laurie about the heat and the crowds and the lines for the bathroom. I told her I was TOO DAMN OLD for that shiite.

And the next year?

Me: “Ooh, Laurie, The Cure is playing at this year’s Coachella. Wanna go?”

Laurie: “Uh, Jen. Remember last year? Do you remember how you told me you were too old for any venue where the line for the port-a-potties was 75 deep?”


So I now have this ugly thing hanging above my TV armoire. But I don’t care. It took me over an hour to make dammit, and it’s STAYING.

In fact, I’ll probably make it next year. But only because I’ll imbue its making with fond memories of the time my family will be spending with me next week.

And I say fond memories because, well, we could spend 3/4 of the weekend yelling at one another, but Thanksgiving 2007? I’ll be hankering for more.

Librarian Girl November 20, 2006 at 7:39 pm

I do that with capers. I always don’t like them, but then I keep ordering dishes with capers in them, convincing myself that I DO like them.

Oh, and I’ve done that with boys too. Keep ordering up the same damn ones that made me sick. Boys and capers. Tricky bastards, all.

carolyn November 22, 2006 at 5:51 am

i have so much to say and no time to say it. have an good thanksgiving and hopefully nothing bad will happen while your parents are over to dinner in your scary neighborhood!!! :)

Neil November 22, 2006 at 8:42 am

The Cure is still around? But I don’t get anywhere anymore where twenty-somethings call me “Sir.” That just makes me feel old.

Dagny November 22, 2006 at 11:06 am

Good luck with dinner. Neil needs to watch more VH1.

daniel November 23, 2006 at 8:15 pm

I think your nest is very nesty. Well done! :)

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