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A Valentine Craft-strike that, A Valentine Crap

I am not a crafter. I don't frequent Michael's or Robert's or any other male named Craft store. But come Valentine's day I start searching around for those 50% off coupons and set my mind to some doilying. I was perusing Martha Stewart's website and found these little lovlies. Looked easy enough right?

It seemed like a harmless and easy activity and it seemed to appease Amelia's disdain for my only 1 box of Valentine's decorations (as compared with my 21-no joking Christmas or 9 Halloween boxes)

I think the problem I have with crafting is that I prefer to wing it and I don't like to be bothered with directions. I noticed that I needed a pencil sharpener for the crayon shavings. I was too lazy to go find one and unwilling to use my lancome eye liner sharpener on it, and I figured I am really handy with a knife. I shaved for awhile then thought I could make the process go faster if I used...my...cuisinart..

If its good enough for cheese and onions why not crayons?

Why you ask?

Well this is why.

A little force called centrifugal coupled with a hot motor is why not.

Crap. Good thing I have stock in magic eraser?

And good thing I found some paints so the crafting could continue.

Comments

Emily said…
So funny Heather, thank you for your kind words today, totally made my day!
Good luck with the cleaning up the crayons! :)
heidiram said…
You are so stinking funny!
Linsey said…
I can't believe you used the cuisinart, you are hilarious.
April said…
you make me smile and laugh!
Melanie said…
Great minds think a-like....it did sound easy enough. they kind of forgot a few crucial details and i lost an ironing board cover over it.

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