So, as you might have noticed most of my crafty endeavours come from necessity: I need cheap gifts for my chummily-wummilies, so I make bath bombs; I want a cheap beaded chandelier, so I give it a go. However, sometimes I just want to make something for the calming effect that comes from mindless crafting.
Before I introduce you to today’s craft I’m a-gonna let you in on the flaming bag of poo that was my day. In the midst of doing some major research for a school project that I’m thoroughly unprepared for, I got a call from Papa Pete reminding me that I had to renew my car insurance. Crap. That was a hefty bill I had conveniently forgotten about. But, “c’est la vie”, “que sera sera”, “amor fati”—one of those has got to be used correctly. So, I added that to my mental checklist of things to do, and carried on with my day. However, my mental checklist had other plans and decided to spin wildly out of control and go on a rampage without my consent. While driving through our fair city, a pebble, which I’m convinced was a tiny, concentrated lump of evil, was spat up from the truck in front of me and felt the need to make friends with my windshield. Within the 20 minutes it took me to drive home the misleading chip had turned into a full-on snap-crackle-and-popping, visibility hindering beast of a chasm that had cleaved its way from one side of my car to the other and straight through my wallet. Fucking awesome. Add in a rip in some much-beloved jeans, the fact that the rent is due, some heartburn and a cut finger and you’ve got yourself a asshole of a day. I know, I’m first-world-probleming all over the place, here, but goddarnit, did it have to happen all at once?
Just as I was about to have a vicious weepfest, I remembered a quote that someone awesome once said: “When Life gives you lemons, thank Life profusely because you didn’t have any lemons and can’t find them at stupid Sobey’s.” The awesome person that said that, my friends, was me.
I put my nose to the grindstone, hopped on the “Gettin’ Shit Done” train and punched my to-do list in the face. I scheduled the remainder of my day for some non-stressful, cheap craft time and some instant happiness (aka True Blood).
I headed out to the nearest Dollarama and found some cute little ceramic piggy banks. I figured since I needed to start saving my pennies to put towards my crack problem (might not want to say that in public) I’d get a few and jazz ‘em up.
4 Piggies- $4
Paint- On hand
Imagination- In head
Money to put in piggies- AWOL
Mario Piggy Bros:
I think I’m going to start a collection of these things. I can see a Piggy Elvis in my future, Piggy KISS, Piggy Batman, Piggy Darth Maul… my God, the opportunities are endless. Now, if I could only find something to put in them.
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