I’ve got to admit something. Because admitting a problem is the first step towards recovery, correct?
Okay, so here goes: I am an addict. A DIY addict.
I come by it very honestly. I remember when my mama, sister and I would go clothes shopping mama would always say, “Do you know how easy that would be to make?” I hated hearing those words as a teenager, but now they resonate with me. I like to think it was the teachings of my parents, who work hard and are the most talented people I know, that made me think that I can DIY anything. But honestly it may just be that I am
a masochist frugal. Or that I have champagne taste on a beer
budget (the other thing my mama always told me). Whichever it is, I am an addict nonetheless.
So when I saw this I immediately began thinking of ways I could DIY it.
And then immediately began imagining it in my bedroom. You know, the one that I’m re-doing as part of the One Room Challenge? The one that that has to be done in the next 3 ½ weeks? Yep, that one.
The sad thing is that I KNOW I could make this. But do I have time? Do I care? Should I go for it? Am I freaking nuts?