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I Went to Hobby Lobby

I always start to feel a little crafty when the seasons change. I also always seem to forget that I am not a crafty person. I'm much better at spending money. I really want to be a crafty person. I have mentioned before here and here that my crafts usually look like something that a Kindergartner did. Thanks to Pinterest I think that I can be crafty. Not only do I think I can be crafty they give me directions how to do things and shopping lists. My brain goes crazy. So, I did what I always do. I browsed Pinterest and pinned a million different things and then went to Hobby Lobby to make my pins become realities. Oy Vey! I had found a pumpkin decoration for my front porch that I thought I had to have. I bought my supplies and began creating.
I thought the process was pretty easy. Though my spray painting skills are probably on par with the 2 year olds. And, I initially severely misjudged how much spray paint I was going to need. I had to go back that night and buy more spray paint. I got my pumpkins and letters painted and let them dry. Today I assembled my masterpiece with the assistance of my trusty hot glue gun.
I think it turned out pretty good~if I do say so myself.
I didn't just stop with the pumpkins. I had a fall wreath I made YEARS (seriously, like 8 years) ago. It needed some sprucing up. When I was at Hobby Lobby I bought a few new things to add to the wreath to update it with.
Again. Not bad. Not bad at all. It was a very productive day. I spent all my time working on my crafts that I did not clean my house like I set out to do today. Yay. Gives me something to look forward to tomorrow. I may go get on Pinterest and find another craft to do :)

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