Yesterday I had a sitter over for the afternoon & instead of doing anything on any of my lists, I cut out one set of batting/backing for one shade & then spent the whole rest of the time painting & glittering a flower hook (that I originally bought for $1 at Michael's, on my semi-annual "I can leave the kids with the family for a few hours & there is gigantic Michael's within easy driving distance of my parents' house but not much else to do in this town" shopping spree; I prefer not to work out the exact economics of how much the hook ended up costing). I had originally picked up the hooks with the idea of doing something felty & minimalist to them, so I'm a little bewildered by the final direction I ended up taking with this one (though, really, it's way less of a stretch for me than minimalism would be, also it became something of an excuse to try out coating resin (vs. the casting resin I use for jewelry), of which I am now an official fan).
I loved making it, though, it was very relaxing to just mess around with paints & inks & glitter with no particular goal in mind except for making it fancy -- & clearly, I reached that goal & kept right on going. I meant to have it mostly painted, with glitter accents, maybe some rhinestones, but then I couldn't find the rhinestones so more glitter, & then I went a little too far, & you know how it is: sometimes the only thing to do mid-project when you go a little too far is to see whether a LOT too far will solve the problem.
Luckily, whatever I end up thinking of it, I can be pretty sure my daughter will not object to having it on her wall. Today she went to a museum with her preschool class; on the way home we had the most excellent conversation about what would be in HER (pink) museum: princesses, my little ponies, sparkles, skirts, Nana, & a blue bowl of tangerines, clementines, & satsumas.