I do not claim to have any crafting talent. Truth be told, I think all crafting and artistic skills in our family dwell squarely between my mom and two sisters, who can sew, draw, scrapbook, paint, make jewelry, and much more. But I aspire. And on Sunday Shannan hosted a wreath party. She had all the supplies – wreaths, yarn, bling, ribbon – and we brought the food. I brought popcorn, which I always love, but shoot, these girls put me to shame. They had drunken goat cheese and cookie dip and this crack bark that was so good I thought about quitting my wreath and just sitting in a corner with the jar of it.
We wrapped and wrapped and glued and tied and whined but it was all worth it:
I’ve got mine hanging up in the kitchen, where it fills the door to the mudroom like it was meant to be.
Then I got so yarn-ish and inspired that I went and crafted a little more: two pom garlands for the dining room windows.
As for Shannan, I’m going to go ahead and brag on her for a minute. Sunday she hosted the amazing party and then early Monday morning she took Leo for us as Dave had work and I had a 7:30am dermatology appointment (remember my skin cancer?). And then she – voluntarily – took Leo along while she and Silas ran errands. Leo got home at 11 – just in time for lunch and naptime – happy, tired, and decked out in big boy 4t pajamas (another point for Shannan: dealing with a leaky diaper and parents who failed to pack a change of clothes). Proof:
You keep a friend like that around. Especially if she’s the crack bark supplier.