To craft or not to craft, that is the question:
To layer, perchance to mat,
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to decoupage
To trim, perhaps to weep to wet the mulberry,
Spirelli or spin, or seal, or stick,
Or stamp and emboss,
aye there's always the rub (on transfer)
Or simply dust.
I got up this morning, but haven't yet dressed
My dishes aren't done, and the house is a mess
Have not done my work, or fed the cat
Just on line for a second, and popped into chat!Theres so much to say, so much crafting to do
I'm sitting here now with glitter, scissors and glue
But O'dear me, i'm finding it hard
When all I need is to make my next card.....
I know tomorrow, I'll make a fresh start...........
Just You wait till you see My New Work of Art!!!!!!
She learned to stamp on Monday
her embossing was quite fine.
She forgot to set out dinner....
so away out we went to dine.
She brayered backgrounds Tuesday
she says they are a must....
they really are quite lovely
but there was no time to dust.
On Wednesday it was birthday cards
she claims that chalking's fun
shading, blending and water-colouring
but the laundry wasn't done.
Her card swap was on Thursday
she had to use green, blue and red,
it was obvious she was really engrossed
when she failed to make the bed.
It was Shaker cards on Friday
using techniques that she just adores,
what a pity she then failed to notice
the crumbs dropped all over the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday!
My week is now complete
my wife can stamp her hours away
and the house will still be neat.
Well, already it is Sunday
and my forehead's feeling damp
cos I've cursed, and raved and ranted
for the Maid has learned to stamp!!
I started out with just one topper,
and then I bought some more.
I decided that a shoebox would make
an ideal store.
Then as I added inks & pens,
my craft collection grew.
So I bought a roomy plastic crate,
it would last for years, I knew.
Embossing then became my thing,
with powder & a heat gun.
Metallics, tinsels, pearls & clear,
I soon had everyone.
By now my lovely plastic crate
was spilling everywhere.
And my glitter glue collection
lay scattered on a chair.
My husband started muttering
and said things had to stop.
So I bought a huge old wardrobe
at the local charity shop.
But after a while, I couldn't shut the door
and I put shelves in the spare room
to accomodate yet more.
Our house is now for sale,
something larger being sought.
By the way, did I show you,
The latest stamp I bought!
A Craftaholic’s Prayer
I’m going to need some notice
Before my days are done.
You see, I’m a craftaholic.
A fact not known to some.
My craft room, it is bulging
All corners, crannies and nooks
There's loads of boxes under the bed,
I hope no one ever looks
I tell myself when shopping,
“No more craft bits today,”
But the craft shops are like magnets
Drawing me their way.
I’m totally at their mercy
Just "need" a dozen of each.
Then I hurry home to hide them
Before the family starts to preach.
So Lord, I’ll need a little time
To dispose of all this stuff.
And Lord, can we just keep all of this,
Between the two of us