I’ve taken a very unintentional hiatus from this site. I’m sorry to just leave you hanging in such a way that you may wonder if I was ever coming back.

Fear not my friends. I am here. CRAZY busy, but I am here.

Since Thursday night, life’s been a complete whirlwind for me. Through a couple of silly childish IM’s and fits of laughter and tears, Craftastrophe was born. I’ve been working practically day and night behind the scenes along side my wonderful teammates Karen Sugarpants and Double Agent Girl writing post after post of the most amazingly craptacular stuff. It’s seriously too easy. Who knew there was such a gold mine of this stuff out there?

Next mission will be to do reconassance missions at craft fairs. Seriously. I will.

Camera in hand, I will be stalking the craft fairs, bazaars and garage sales.

I never thought I would love crafts this much! It’s become an obsession overnight.

I have never really been a crafty person, like I mentioned, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate someone else’s hard work and lack of talent.

I crocheted a blanket once.

It was COMPLETELY crooked. Not so much crooked as is was just WRONG. Stitches were missing in some spots, too tight in others - and I only ever learned one stitch, which I believe I modified half way through the blanket and could never recover from.

I can’t even make an already-prepared-just-ice-the-shit-of-it gingerbread house. What can I say, I wasn’t blessed with the creativity gene.

Who knows, maybe Craftastrophe is just a whole pile of my own creations!? You’ll never know and I definitely won’t tell!

Are you crafty?

Do you like crafts?

If you’re not, what project made it clear to you that you just shouldn’t be doing this stuff?

I have no creative talents when it comes to knitting, sewing, crafting and creating. I took home economics in grade eight, as we all had to, and created some monstrosity that was supposed to be a pillow. The stuffing was all wrong and the sewing was a complete nightmare.

I don’t even remember all that much about it since it was rather traumatic and I’ve tried to push it from my mind.

But! That doesn’t stop me from poking fun at those who have talent, those who think they have talent and those that - well… just don’t and think they do.

Welcome CRAFTASTROPHE!

You will NOT be sorry.

Tell your friends, tell everyone, and SUBSCRIBE!

It’s a guilty pleasure.

Indulge.

It was indeed a historic day.

A day that the first ever black President was voted into office.

A day where the RIGHTS of fellow country(men) were taken AWAY from them.

To those who passed Prop 8 in California.

Let Freedom RING!

I heard it from her, who heard it from her, who heard it from him.

I started a big sappy post about how crappy my day was.

I got about three quarters of the way through before I thought: Fuck it. I had a bad day. BIG WHOOP. We all have bad days.

There isn’t a parent on the planet that hasn’t eaten away their guilt with a bag of chocolate, cheese curds and a pint of raspberries. (Figuratively of course, because raspberries and cheese curds? Odd.)

There isn’t a parent that hasn’t passed their crying, screaming child off to their spouce, friend, whomever because it was either that or … who knows what.

I’m not ashamed to say I’ve felt the urge to just throw down gently place my screaming baby in a  safe location and go shop for smokes, booze and Xanax leave the room. It’s a natural reaction even in the most relaxed, well meaning and comfortable parent when you’ve had a very trying day of irreverence, defiance, whining, and all around craptacular day (RIGHT?). Carter was the ultimate trying child today. I sent him to bed at 5:30pm, straight after dinner because it was BEYOND enough. Beyond.

Now I’m drowning my sorrows in cheaply acquired Halloween candy (because dood, it’s all on SALE!) and watching election coverage of the US election (in case you didn’t know The Election was on) and feeling only slightly guilty that I didn’t even vote in the Canadian federal election last month.

I know! I didn’t vote.

(Better than You. You didn’t even know Canada had an election. Who feels bad now, huh?)

Horrible.

Now how can I honestly complain in good conscience about how shiteous our government is when I didn’t even cast a ballot?

It’s like complaining about who’s voted off So You Think You Can Dance when I didn’t even pick up the phone to vote. Because that? That is just blasphemous.