Pinterest is the Devil
I think we al can agree that I am a BIG TIME crafter wannabe. I so desperately want to craft. It is my dream to create something so amazing that even I like it. I generally am not satisfied with anything I make. Then one day I was introduced (obviously by somebody who hates me) to pinterest.
I thought, this is great, I will get step by step instructions. How can I fail? HA!
I saw a tip on how to clean in between the glass and the oven door. I took it apart, fairly easily. It cleaned up like a dream. What is the problem, you might ask? Um, putting it back together. What a joke. I spent HOURS trying to get it back together. Nothing I tried worked. I actually broke a part of the door. Oops. Ed had to put it back together when he got home.
Did I learn my lesson? Of course not. I am off to try the next project. It will not turn out right, and I will probably utter some second string swear words under my breath. I will hate whatever it is, then off to the next project.
Why do I do this? It is the far off possibility that this time will be different.
I thought, this is great, I will get step by step instructions. How can I fail? HA!
I saw a tip on how to clean in between the glass and the oven door. I took it apart, fairly easily. It cleaned up like a dream. What is the problem, you might ask? Um, putting it back together. What a joke. I spent HOURS trying to get it back together. Nothing I tried worked. I actually broke a part of the door. Oops. Ed had to put it back together when he got home.
Did I learn my lesson? Of course not. I am off to try the next project. It will not turn out right, and I will probably utter some second string swear words under my breath. I will hate whatever it is, then off to the next project.
Why do I do this? It is the far off possibility that this time will be different.
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