This is not a happy post

Thursday, November 17, 2011

This afternoon is the pits.

Grahm took me to Moore on his lunch break to get part of a Christmas present that I'm working on. I found a gem on Craigslist and needed my strong man to protect me just in case they turned out to be craaa-crazy murders. I'm being vague about "the item" because the project is for a reader. Yes you, mom. He dropped me off at the apt. with said item, and I was thrilled with it! I couldn't have been more chipper.

My hands were full when I tried to get our door open. This door has a tendency of getting stuck, and I often have to bump it with my bodacious hips. This hasn't really bothered me before. Today I gave the stubborn door a hearty kick, eager to get inside and set my things down. 

Immediately following my kick, I heard a crash.
I wasn't too worried because it didn't sound terrible, just like something had fallen.

It took me .0005 milliseconds to figure out that the worst had happened. 
The beautiful paper rose wreath I finished a few days ago and bragged to you about just two posts ago had fallen from the back of the door. 

It laid on my ugly 70's carpet... in pieces. 


Being the rational, calm person that I am... I instantly burst into tears. I called Grahm, crying and trying to explain to him what had happened through unintelligible sobs. He probably thought I was having a heart attack.

I'm not a pretty crier. Not only that, I'm not really understandable. I moan for a long time like I've just been shot. Then I start breathing really hard.  This is followed by some high-pitch squeals that sound as though a squirrel is being strangled to death. And the ugly, messy process starts all over again.

Eventually, he got the gist of what happened. I sort of expected him to laugh... but he's a wise wise man and didn't. He knew how many man hours I put into this DUMB wreath. 

I've tried hot glueing it back together. I've tried duct tape... thereby proving that no, it does NOT fix all things.  I'm considering writing Hobby Lobby an intensely worded letter protesting that their styrofoam should be WAY more durable. I mean seriously... a two foot drop and it's busted??

My love for crafting is now under serious question. I obviously have attachment issues.

Now if you'll excuse, I'm off to grieve.

19 comments:

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Kristen said...

So sorry! Especially since you JUST made it...I would have thought the styroroam would have been more durable as well :( If it makes you feel any better, it sure was a craft of great proportions--I was seriously impressed with your skills! Don't give up on the crafts :D

Carly {xoxo teacherista} said...

NO! This is so sad. I cannot believe I have to learn through this that duct tape doesn't fix everything...WHAT?! You should write to someone about the duct tape as well. I say print a picture of the wreath to at least tape on the door.

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Anonymous said...

This isn't worth writing about. I find it quite vain, actually.
And judging by the recently removed posts, others feel the same.

Recently Roached said...

You're probably, right. But most things I write about "aren't worth it." Guess that's the beauty of blogging. I get to decide what the posts are about :) If that's a problem, you can find another blog to read.

I removed the comment because, like this one, it was mean. But I'm assuming you're the same person and you've just got too much time on your hands.

Ashley said...

Oh no!! I would totally have the same reaction. That is so frustrating!! :(

Lost&Found said...

Oh NO! That wreath was AWESOME! Honestly, I would have had the same reaction, tears and all! AND, I would have posted about it too!

Hope you find a solution!

Kell said...

Oh boo! That wreath is SO cute! I probably would have cried too.

Em said...

Awwww I'm so sorry! It definitely looks like you put a ton of time into making it! :(

Emily said...

Did you try straight pins?

Janelle said...

Dear anonymous, I'm not sure how you find this blog to be vain. It's a personal blog, meant for writing about whatever the author feels like. She chose to write a blog that pokes fun of herself for being emotional over a broken wreath. She comments on how well her husband manages her blubbering self (I'm an horribly ugly crier, Jena. You are not alone.) and I feel like overall the post was an enjoyable read about a day that many crafters can relate to. So, as Mrs roach said herself, I assume you simply posted more than once to prove your disdain for this post. And even if not, part of the joy of blogs is that you choose what you do and do not read.

Sorry for your loss, sweet girl. I'll dress all in black tomorrow in honor of your lost wreath. ;-)

Nicole - Craft My Soul said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your hard work busting. I would cry too! Remember though... everything happens for a reason. Maybe you saved your little home from a burning paper wreath. blazing flames at your door no bueno! Just a scenario. anyway don't give up on crafting.

Gig-ee said...

I'd put it back up. It still makes a great life story. If you aren't laughing at it all by now, I promise you will one day. Keep crafting. Your reception decors were awesome!!!

Gig-ee said...

Oh Gig-ee is from Beth Shurtleff btw.

Jamie said...

That anon commenter can GO AWAY now.
I happen to enjoy your blog and the things you choose to write about! =]
But dangit, I'm sooooo sorry this happened!! hopefully no catastrophes happen with your mommas gift!

Kim said...

Jena, if you can, ban the IP of the anon commenter. It was mean and distasteful and they clearly don't have the balls to put their google account or name to it.

My heart broke for you with this. I feel your pain. I made an awesome lamp out of rice paper shades and fairy lights the other day, but the bunny chewed right through the power cord already! Threading the lights into the shades was the most annoying and time consuming thing!

*hugs* Ignore douchebags. They are just out there to make others as miserable as themselves.

Lauren said...

my goodness! My heart breaks for you! :( xxx

Miranda said...

aw i'm sorry :( that really sucks!