Of Cupid Wings And Cookie Butter

February is JUST around the corner, safe to say luuuurve is in the air! Yep? No? Nevermind. This isn't some loveydovey sappy post. It's about the monthly photo shoot theme for my DD, Little K.

 

Last Christmas- ok we're not singing either. Last Christmas, I was a bit late with my ecard greetings. By 'a bit', I mean I sent mine out the first week of January 2013. By 'sending out', I mean uploading on some social networking site <ehem facebook ehem> and tagging friends and relatives in the picture. What can I say, the previous December was just. So. Hectic! Couldn't get anything done right. And taking pictures of the Little K when my foot's just halfway through the door (and hers are fighting and kicking for a way out) is never gonna cut it.



It's mocking me. I can tell. I'm not paranoid and it's not the cookie butter.
The darn thing's mocking me and my lack of elmer's glue!

It was a big disappointment because I had so much planned out- I had a shoot in mind for each of the 12 days of Christmas (yeah, go ahead and sing it, I had each of those lines planned out). I even got the Santa outfit and all. A picture a day for 12 days, and for the finale, I wanted her blasting out of an oversized box with bows and glitters and confetti and garlands- the whole shebang! I was even considering hiring the local band assembly to play in the background, but that probably wouldn't show on the photo so I crossed that out. Doesn't matter though, coz none of my plans panned out. The timing never seemed right, the props were... non existent, the Little K was never in the mood, we always had something to do or somewhere to go lined up for the day, and when we were free, I had no one to help me with the shoot. Have you ever tried setting up a home photo shoot for a 1yo, by yourself? Not. Fun. No, sir!

 

There was this and that, and then there wasn't any this and that, and, aaw hell, and the truth is I just wasn't prepared and motivated enough. There. Got it out there.

 

Well, I vowed not to be on the same boat this February! Been psyching myself up since last week, and I think I'm hyped up enough. I AM HYPED UP ENOUGH! *fistpumps!*  I'm motivated, yes I am! I've got spirit, I've got it so much, I.. I.. I've got spirit, yes I do! I've got spirit, how bout you?!!!!!! I just did a double back flip and cartwheeled back to the room, can you believe it? No? Well, in my head, I did. With a flourish.

 

Yes, I've also been eating the cookie butter out of the jar this morning. What, it was cold! And Gloomy! And it was staring me in the face all hypnotizing and stuff. "Get the spoon. Open the lid. Nom. Nom. NOM!" You'd have succumbed to the same fate if you were in my bedroom slippers.

 

Back to the topic. So yes. I'm psyched, I'm pumped, I'm spirited and ready! I could finish all the props I have in mind in a jiffy!

 

Off I went to the Round Table Room aka Whatnot Room. Grabbed a smallish illustration board, a Mongol #2 (no specific reason other than it was what fell in my hand. I don't even know what the difference between the number 1 and 2 is.), a trusty pair of scissors, a small bottle of glue, and a big roll of cotton. The ball was rolling and boy it must've come from a very steep hill!

 

There I was, a sight to behold. Rapidly drawing cupid wings on the white side of the board, then went recklessly cutting it out so fast I should've gotten a ticket. Martha Stewart on cookie butter crack high. And ya'll know what happened to Martha Stewart, right? And of course, just when I thought I was unstoppable, Elmer's glue proved me wrong! I had about 90%  of the wing covered in fluffy cotton, til the glue dropped its last drop.

 

Hot deym!!!!!

 

I squeezed and squeezed, I tried scrimping up everything my pinky finger could get from the inside of the bottle- nada. I'm still left with a nasty patch of black board on my cupid wings.

 

There's nothing like an empty bottle of glue to fizzle out your craft high. Sigh! There goes my momentum. I lost my spirit. What spirit? Gone.

 

Double sigh. I take it back. I wasn't Martha Stewart. Martha Stewart would have concocted glue from the tap. She'd never run out of glue, and if she did, she'd McGyver herself a whole jar of glue. Heck, Martha Stewart probably sweats glue!

 

I don't sweat glue :'(

 

That's enough cupid craftiness for the day. Maybe tomorrow, we can start again? For now, I'll sit and stew with my 90% done cotton wings and, oh about 95% done jar of Trader Joe's cookie butter. Yes, it's a gloomy day.