The other day I had a Grand Delusion. I was going to start crafting, regularly. You know, in all the spare time I have between being a SAHM to three kids ranging from three years old to ten, homeschooling my two oldest boys, blogging to build my writer’s brand, finishing this marathon that is writing a book, and oh, yeah, surviving my eighth month of pregnancy. All the while keeping up with laundry, housework, cooking, and of course, maintaining a perfect manicure.
Not only was I going to start crafting regularly, I was going to blog about it.
*chuckles softly* It was the Grandest of Delusions.
I love being creatively-busy. Starting a project and watching it transform from bits and pieces that had no rhyme or reason at the start, seeing it through to completion…it just makes me happy. That final sigh of satisfaction when a yard of fabric turns into a dress for my girl, or a previously boring white wall turns into something colorful and happy, or when I kill off a character that *may* have been loosely based off an ex-boyfriend…yep. Nirvana.
But trying to make any of that happen right now would be like trying to dig a hole to China with my fingernails. Dirty, messy, frustrating, and guaranteed never to be finished. (Except for the imaginary killing off of ex-boyfriends. Obviously.)
So, instead, I’m reining in my crafty ambitions to things that involve minimal effort on my part (for the time being…once Little Miss Took arrives and I’m back to my normal self, the sewing machine will see the light of day again!). Read: Ordering crap online.
*Hubster, did you just sense a disturbance in the Force? Don’t bother reaching for your wallet, darling. Your credit card is still there, I promise. I have the account numbers memorized.*
Raise your hand if you love the Instagram app for your iPhone. You know, the one that takes your snapshots and turns them into tiny squares of hipster-wannabe-awesomeness?
*this is my hand waving wildly in the air*
Instagram makes me happy…instantly. Except for the fact that I’ve got all these cool pics on my phone, and no way of displaying them around my house, because most places don’t print photos in squares.
This no longer needs to be a problem!
Allow me to introduce you to Postal Pix. Another app for your iPhone. This one rocks my world because it (a) allows you to order photos straight from your phone, (b) they print in 4×4 squares, (c) their prices are super-reasonable and, (d) their shipping isn’t a rip-off.
Last week I decided to give ’em a shot. I ordered a dozen photos from my Instagram arsenal (for a total of something like $3.50, including shipping), and waited. Less than a week later, the pics arrived in my mailbox.
And. They. Are. DARLING.
I slapped those puppies up into a whatchymacallit thingy that’s been hanging empty on my dining room wall for an age and a half, and stood back, giggling at how sweet it looks.