Different booths offer all sorts of interesting and unique items. There are also raffle prizes that leave me feeling quite covetous. My favorite item last year was a set of mini bean bag boards for kids. I put $20 worth of raffle tickets into the pot in hopes of winning them.
Because I don't do enough to get to heaven, I lost.
Yet when I was talking to my brother-in-law John after the event, I found out that he was the one who had actually made them! Sufferin succotash! How did I not know this?
In an act of kindness and generosity, John gifted the boys with a set. The only problem? They were unpainted. If anyone was around during my whole "I'm gonna buy stuff from garage sales and paint it" phase, you know that I am not exactly the handy/crafty type. Everything I attempted to paint wound up peeling or dripping. Things looked like candle wax.
So I did what anyone would do.
I called my mom.
My mom is a wonderful painter. And I was very pleased with the results:
|My mom is going to get the best old folk's home money can buy.|
Yet when Jack saw the boards, he immediately asked why there wasn't a picture on them, "like Daddy's." Joe's boards have the Fighting Irish leprechaun on them.
"What do you want on yours?" I asked.
So the anti-Pinterest, non-crafty mom got to work:
|I tried my best to stay sober as I dripped paint all over the place.|
|You may be wondering why I actually own White-Out. I use it to blot out my friends' kids names when I have to copy the field trip forms because I lost mine. I'm a planner that way.|
There you have it. My one and only foray into the world of craftiness. If anyone wants to Pinterest this, feel free. I have no idea how that stuff even works.
Thank you, Holly, John, and mom for helping me earn more tickets to heaven!
Or at the very least, a shorter stay in purgatory.