Conceptually, DIY is great.
I’m all about people creating things. Huuuge fan of creativity. Honestly, I’m about to go make a table from a marble slab, hair pin legs and a chunk of ply wood (wish me luck. I’m no Jesus, carpentry is not my thing).
Although sometimes, paying someone else to do something just it the way to go. But a lesson was learned this holiday season and it was don’t entrust your Christmas presents to someone on the internet.
I had originally intended to order presents from an artist in New Orleans who creates custom designs and transposes them onto simple dishes/platters/etc of your choosing. But apparently you need to order these months in advance.
I do nothing months in advance, let alone hours in advance. I’m lucky if I make it to my yoga class once a month; I just don’t like having a schedule. So when informed this amazing artist person would not be making my presents for me (unless I wanted to give everyone their gift in March) I decided, as I do with everything else (and probably shouldn’t) that I’ll just do it myself.
Draw. Shellac. Complete.
My mom recently painted her front door a chartreuse greenie yellow. Sounds horrible but it’s amazing (or maybe unique would be a more appropo word). She’s lived in the house since before my brother and I were born so I thought a sketch of her house with her new door would be something she would appreciate.
I also made one of the French Quarter for some friends of ours that live in Baton Rouge. We just moved to New Orleans back in August so I wanted to create something to commemorate this.
On Christmas my aunt came over and saw my moms gift. “What is DIY?” she asked me. Apparently she’s the last person on the planet without a Pinterest account.
“DIY means remember to buy your Christmas presents way in advance next year.”