Hello sweet readers!
Today I’m going to tell you a *story. It’s a wonderful story filled with kindness, craftiness, forgetfulness and hot glue. My kind of story…
It begins with a wonderful friend named Mimi. She is fun and sweet and has the most beautiful house you have ever seen. Mimi can cook some mean tomato gravy for your biscuits, show you the best antique stores around AND keep your kiddos occupied with Lincoln Logs for hours. Modern day Mary Poppins I tell ya.
One day when I was visiting with Mimi I noticed a pillow she had made using some jute webbing. It was simple and rustic, yet it had a very classic look to it. That in a nutshell would be how I described Mimi’s whole house. When I commented on the pillow and how much I loved it she ran to her craft room and pulled out the rest of the webbing from her pillow project. She said “Here ya go!” “Wait–what?!?!? For me? You don’t mean it!” I said. There were several yards left and they were in perfect condition! She was so kind and generous on top of being practically perfect!
So, what did I do with that webbing you ask? Well, like any middle-aged mom of 3 I put it in a safe place where I wouldn’t forget it and then promptly forgot where that safe place was. It’s this fun game I have come up with for myself. 40 is great. really.
One day as I was cleaning out a cabinet IN MY BEDROOM (I have no clue as to why I didn’t look there first….grrrr) I found it! Thanks to
the 40-year-old brain dumb luck I could now make lots of fun things with this webbing. Would I make a flirty little skirt? Or cover my MacBook Air? Or make potholders for my in-laws? Choices choices choices…
I decided on something a little less…well…awkward and chose to cover a foam wreath form (say that 10x fast).
I cut the webbing into strips long enough to wrap around the form and left enough to hang off the edge (It’ll make sense when you see the pic). Then I cut the edge on one side of the webbing into a V shape.
At this point I got out my glue gun and let it get hot–not ‘burn-the-skin-off-your-fingers hot, just somewhere between sweltering and fervent. Then I wrapped each piece overlapping the next just slightly and kept repeating until the whole thing was covered.
Then…well…I hung it on the door.
**I never claimed to be a novelist.