Once, when Fen was 3, I was desperately in need of a friend and agreed to go to a moms of preschoolers group with my next door neighbor. It was horrific and made me realize I hated hanging out with lots of other mothers with young kids.
We also made a craft there that made me want to burn myself alive. It was a glass block with papery festive ribbon hot glued around the perimeter and tied in a bow at the top. I feel like I’m forgetting a part of the craft, but that was essentially what it was, and I was inwardly sneering and rolling my eyes and giggling. I couldn’t wait to run home and present it to Christian so we could share a moment.
In the spirit of craft-bashing, I have compiled some horrific creations that shall be made fun of. I know some people love these things. Part of me feels badly for judging. A very small part of me.
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He looks like poo.
Thiz a Christmas tree.
More hospital Christmas fun.
I don’t know.
This makes me angry.
Sorry not sorry.