Get The Ball Rolling.

Since this is a nice house and we're happy here and we have more room, we want to decorate it pretty. Things we couldn't have in the tiny apartment. Some things we still can't have because some of our cats are little assholes, but some we can. So I thought I'd make some of those balls with thread and/or string and balloons.

Blew up a bunch of water balloons and got everything ready. You know what? It's not as easy as they make it look in the videos to roll these babies! Don't let those videos fool you. I had to re-attempt the first one several times until it was looking somewhat acceptable. My visions of perfectly formed balls are nothing more than dust in the wind. 

Ran out of black floss to make another or two of it. I'll have to get more black. They're going to go into a tray I spray painted with that fake stone stuff in an ivory that I'll trim in espresso and gold. Should look good. When I'm done all of it I'll proudly show it off. But in the meantime, I had one heck of a mess to clean up. These will take a day at least to dry completely. I need another coat of stone paint on the tray, but it's been raining for two days so I have to wait for a less humid day to do so. I don't like to spray paint indoors. 

Before that I helped my eldest grand-child, Malory. While visiting her father, he got her a book she must have chosen. It's like a diary and there are pages to put in photos. So onto Facebook we went to find the photos she wanted from her mother's FB as well as mine. I printed them out and I should have known she wouldn't just choose a few, but want them all on the two pages. 

I had to wait until she was gone before I could even start on my own crafts. Had I not, 90% of my stock of crafting things would be used by her for "pictures" she makes or leaving in a bag with her to use at home with her sisters. Sigh. I love my grand-children, I do, and maybe that's why I can't resist their pleading faces. So I've learned to wait until they are not present to do certain things or bring out certain things. I've also learned not to take them when I go shopping. I learned this the hard way. I learned this when I went $52 over budget because my grand-daughter loves craft things and hand lotions and lip balms and snacks. Yeah.