✍ CURRENTLY WRITING FROM: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA
There are certain places that you’ve never been to before, places you hold close to your heart, places that you could only hope to one day visit. Places where you’re certain unicorns and chocolate were born, where you know that once you walk out of there for the first time, your life will be changed dramatically.
I had a place close to my heart, too. That place is Michaels.
See, I have pretty creative friends that actually do things outside their home, unlike me (hello, I went to my first antique store just last week)—and every time I ask where did they get their magical tools to creating magical creations, they shrug and say “Er, Michaels.” And I shrug and say “Michaels”, too, because goshdarn, it’s all I wanted… Michaels.
I can now proudly say, though… that over the weekend… I became a woman again (I’ve doing a lot of growing recently, apparently). I went to Michaels for the first time and it was as beautiful as I expected it to be. Outside the store they were selling fake flower bouquets for 29 cents each—I needed to compose myself before entering the store. While inside, I grabbed everything I possibly could, and once I recounted my money, had to put some things back (I regret not getting the fancy machine that cuts your cake in half so that you can cleverly fill the inside with frosting, though), and decided to make this project.
I bought a glue gun for the first time, because I’ve found recently that there have been so many instances where I desperately needed a glue gun, and I didn’t have one. And let me tell you how fun using a glue gun is… quite. Something totally exhilarating in handling a gun that shoots hot glue that burns.
I had seen nifty floral crowns/headbands/what-have-you on the interweb a lot, and I thought they looked really neat and sweet and lovely, so I wanted to make my own!
I don a crown of flowers
To mask the sorrow inside
Eyes which fall upon its beauty
Do not see the tears I cry
While the flowers bud to blossom
I wilt to almost nothing
In a garden colour filled with life
There is also a shadow found
In the sun the flower buds open
In the dark a heart is closed
The flowers shall be woven together
To hide something left unseen
The rose, the tulip and the bluebell rise
I am envious of their beautiful life
So I don I crown of flowers
To mask my sorrow inside
---A Crown Of Flowers, Matthew Holloway
Phew—using a hot glue gun totally makes you walk straighter and speak louder. I can now proudly say that I used a hot glue gun without parental supervision and totally (
burned my fingers twice) aced it. My poor little sister Casey had to go through my million “No, tilt your head just a bit to the right. The right. The right. No, my right. Your hand is in the shot!”, but she liked the crown, so I let her take care of it for me in her room.
This was very fun to make, though, if you have a hot glue gun and you’ve never been to Michaels before, I suggest you get on that because, my God, your life will change, and you’ll have created something that nobody around you has.