Showing posts with label home improvement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label home improvement. Show all posts
Friday, September 9, 2011
Crafty crafterness
I love being off track. I say that every time. I know- I'm aware. But I just want to make sure you are all aware. I decorated the house for fall yesterday and I got the craft bug so I made this fun little tree thingy. I keep seeing decorations like this and I really wanted one. As I was browsing Martha Stewart online I saw something reminiscent of this and then realized that I had an endless supply of dried up sticks! This is all thanks to our stinkin' garbage trees that are slowly, but surely falling on our house. Seriously, who lets a cottonwood tree and the poisonous banana tree grow in their yard?! Anyway, I just found some aesthetically pleasing branches, spray painted them black, made some ornaments, found some sparkly ribbon and a pot. I love having time to do things for my little house and family. Hopefully there will be more crafts to come soon.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Dear House,
Dear Apartment,
I have noticed that you have been falling below par lately. I do not mean disrespect, but I overlooked your paper-thin walls and grimy disposition at first. However, your recent development of black mold makes me feel wiggly inside. Your walls are deformed, you have a smokey-cat aroma, and we neither smoke nor do we have cats. Now the last comment is in no way your fault, but the creepy old man who seeks my attention and tells me he "watches me" then follows me around, has really tipped me off my rocker.
Sincerely,
Janelle
Dear House,
Thanks for being on sale for such a reasonable price. Please be mine and tell your friends at the bank to hurry, before I turn up in a garbage can in Nebraska (courtesy of the pervert neighbor).
Love always,
Janelle
I have noticed that you have been falling below par lately. I do not mean disrespect, but I overlooked your paper-thin walls and grimy disposition at first. However, your recent development of black mold makes me feel wiggly inside. Your walls are deformed, you have a smokey-cat aroma, and we neither smoke nor do we have cats. Now the last comment is in no way your fault, but the creepy old man who seeks my attention and tells me he "watches me" then follows me around, has really tipped me off my rocker.
Sincerely,
Janelle
Dear House,
Thanks for being on sale for such a reasonable price. Please be mine and tell your friends at the bank to hurry, before I turn up in a garbage can in Nebraska (courtesy of the pervert neighbor).
Love always,
Janelle
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