Stripes.

{The top stripe?  That's the improvised one.}

Wow, the weekend went by quickly.  My head's spinning.  Or maybe that's from last nights wine.  Either way, I wish I could have one more day of weekend.  One more day,  at least.

So do you remember when I mentioned doing some arts and crafts?  So I did some.  And it turned out... kind of okay?

I guess to describe what I mean, I should tell you that one of my dearest friends made an observation about me that has stayed with me for a few years.  She told me that despite all of my efforts to be polished, I'm usually missing a button, or I'll have a run in my panty hose, or lint on my sweater.  I couldn't possibly be mad that she told me this, because unfortunately, it's true.  I've tried to fight it.  But the powers that be always seem to resist my attempts to change.

My DIY tote bag turned out the same way.

After all of my work to meticulously measure the width of each stripe and to place the tape down neatly, within minutes, I've carelessly spilled glitter paint on an area not designated for paint.  Damn!  So of course, I improvise and add another stripe to cover my boo boo.

All seems to be going well.  I even started to think that I'd lifted my curse.

And then I realized, hours later (what a test of patience, that was!) after the paint was nice and dry, that no, the curse had not been lifted.  My perfectly taped stripes were droopy.  And smudged.

And so, I'm just embracing it.  Droopy striped bag and all.

Imperfect.  Rough around the edges.  Sparkly.  That's my bag.