I'm all for finding the silver lining in disappointing situations, but sometimes the lining is rich in irony and perversely funny--kind of like the black paint smiley face my punks left me one day.
For weeks--no months--I've been wanting a wreath for the upstairs closet door. It's a spot of almost zero strategic decorating importance, yet it annoys the crap out of me every time I walk by it. Maybe it's the fact that I've had to "spot" paint it with Kilz to cover kid schmear so many times that it's now a blotchy mess of mismatched white. Or maybe it just bugs me that it's one of those old, completely falling apart doors that should have been replaced by the previous owners before I hit junior high. Don't know. But for some reason I'd decided that a 12" circle of crafty-flower-ribbon-crap could make all 1300 sq. inches of it look
less yuck spectacular.
So I made a plan. I picked the day—the day—that I would finally get this project crossed off my To Do List once and for all. And then … life happened. The day didn’t start well. And kids were sick. I even managed to burn dinner, too. See?
But sometimes when it’s very late at night and you’re running on very little sleep, bad and frustrating and lame … become funny as hell. And so at 12:24 in the morning, I started laughing … hysterically … at the thought of a truly bizarre and fairly ridiculous solution to my closet door issue.
Sick and wrong? Yup. A little disturbing? Probably.
But I’ve had this disaster duct taped to my closet door all classy-like for a couple weeks and just can’t seem to take it down. I laugh every.single.time I see it. I’m half tempted to leave it up for a year and decorate it for holidays and birthdays … to feature it more prominently in my house … to post a From Burned Biscuit to Bravo! tutorial on YouTube … just to keep me humble. It reminds me that no matter how “together” I’m feeling that day, I’m only an over-cooked Pillsbury dough boy away from domestic shame.
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