Ah, squiders. If you’re anything like me, you occasionally have these ideas where you’re going to make some or all of your Christmas presents for the year.
And, if you’re anything like me, it occasionally goes terribly awry. There was the year where everyone under the age of 5 was going to get a crocheted toy. I had taken a crocheting class about six months before, but after I bought supplies and sat down to work, I discovered I remembered none of what I learned.
There was the year where I was going to embroider a table runner for my grandmother. I eventually got it down for her birthday–in May.
Last year, or maybe the year before, I thought I’d make everyone homemade bubble bath. I went all fancy, buying real rose petals and rose oil. The rose petals just floated at the top and kind of shriveled up, which was less than appealing.
You’d think I’d learn. Or I’d at least learn to stick to things that I have done before and am relatively good at. (It would have helped me avoid the Great Soap Debacle.)
(I’m mostly good at drawing landsquid and making friendship bracelets, though, which are not the best skills for presents.)
Anyway, I didn’t learn. I’d tell you more, but potential gift recipients may read this.
Let’s just say I need to repaint part of my basement floor, and that the carpet cleaners will be out on Tuesday.
Have any particularly spectacular stories of homemade presents gone wrong, squiders?
