Crafting, thy name is Sickness. Or is it Sickness, thy name is Crafting? Beats me!
by Ashley Weeks Cart
I have a sickness.
And it manifests itself in the form of scarves, and sweaters, and scrapbooks, and door stops (yes, needlepointed doorstops circa like 1910), and DIY Wednesdays, and now, my child’s birthday invitations.
The bug turns ONE in ONE week. And Auntie Kimmy is hosting a birthday bash on Cape Cod. And by bash, I mean we have zero friends with children, so it’s an excuse to get together with fellow adults and watch Addison shove cake in her face – LADY BUG-themed cake (picking up on a theme?). Despite the absence of fellow small children, we have to mark the occasion with a party. And cake. Lots of cake.
I could not be more proud of these invitations. More proud than I am of the fact that I graduate from USC this Friday with Master’s degree in hand. I admit, I am probably most excited about the Master’s hood (because lord knows I’m never doing a PhD) that will wind up in the costume trunk so that one day Sunny can reenact Harry Potter.
Yes, I have a costume trunk.
And I hope she’ll be a Hufflepuff. And YES it’s because I swoon for Cedric Diggory.
And, for the record, I totally swooned before R. Patz. His involvement was just the nail in the coffin.
Just need to finish the brown paper bag envelopes bedazzled in sparkly Lady Bug scrapbook stickers. Obviously.
Many thanks to dear Anna and James, for helping complete this madness.