The results of my retail therapy turned craft therapy…
Projects like this validate my hoarding tendencies when it comes to crafts. Anything else goes to Goodwill or the trash, but every little trinket or button gets shoved into a box somewhere. It started with mosaics, the first of my major craft obsessions. I realized that with a bottle of Goop and a box of grout, almost anything could be broken and put back together again, better and cooler than ever.
My mother and sister disagreed with me on this point for a while – my mother when I smashed her wedding dishes from Ireland, and my sister when I tiled over a frame she gave me. Before you flip about my mother’s dishes, she’s been divorced from my father since 1978. Trust me when I say there was no sentiment lost by the head of my hammer. It was only because they were expensive in 1967, but I broke them 40 years later. I think she got her money’s worth.
And I got mine out of these pots. They turned into a bit of a never-ending project…in a good way. I just kept adding little things here and there – coke caps, tiles, beads, bits of old jewelry. Since the girl in the napkins is headless, I contemplated decoupaging my face on her but went with a watch face instead. Then there were a few napkin scraps left over, so I found a third terra cotta pot to decorate. There was nothing pressing beyond those pots. It was exactly what I needed; therapy accomplished.
