"Ma'am, put the glue gun down and step away from the paper."
No, there is no "crafting police," but sometimes I think there should be, if only to save me from myself.
Less than an hour into my workday, and I was feeling as if I'd acquired the crafting equivalent of "two left feet." You know, when I'm more likely to glue my arm to my ankle than to attach the crane to the desired spot on the work-in-progress.
I did glue my fingers together. Twice. Hot glue and unprotected skin do not work well together.
Every mistake I made, I only made worse when I tried to fix it.
So, it's time to change gears. Work on something else. But not on my picture frames. Oh, no. Bad idea.
Power tools (aka my router) plus today's clumsy mode could result in blood. And a trip to the emergency room.
Definitely not good.
So I'm thinking today will have to be a bookkeeping plus internet promotion and advertising type of work day. After all, I can't hurt myself or anyone else by just sifting through receipts and sitting in front of a computer.
Or can I?
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2 comments:
Ouch! It makes me hurt just thinking about it! I have hot glued my fingers! EWWW!!!
I don't use hot glue much but I have sewn right through my finger and the needle broke off like a shish kebab!
Ouch, Angie! I think I'd rather have hot glue than a needle through my finger any day!
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