Boring week post #2

I cleaned my craft room a little while ago. I swept the glitter up off the floor, cleared the table of scraps, and emptied every nook and cranny that was crammed with crap that didn't belong in there.
Then last week I walked in there and looked around. I realized I have a lot of stuff, purchased for a specific project, but never started.
See, I have four kids.
And a husband.
That works, like a lot.
Those are my excuses.
But last week, I got the sudden urge to make something.
So I whipped out the glue gun.
(most worthy projects involve scalding glue)
And the assorted Styrofoam balls.
And the twine.
And I got out the old plastic bead necklaces.
And I glued and wrapped and glued and wrapped.
And I spray painted a little.
And then I was done.
I liked it.
So I put it on my kitchen table.
My family thought they were weird.
But I don't care.
Cause my family is weird,
and I still keep them around.
So the balls are staying too.