Nervous Energy

Those who read my blog will know far too much about me before all is said and done. When I get nervous, scared, mad, upset, hurt feelinged, ecstatic, or feel any strong feelings at all, I become very productive. Last week, I was a bit nervous. So, I started getting things done.

I baked. The top pictures are chocolate surprise cookies. They were a lot prettier in the cookbook, and the recipe was supposed to make 2 1/2 dozen. The cookies on the platter are the entire batch, which leads me to believe I made them just a bit too large. They are on the platter that my mom sent my birthday cake on. She taught me that when someone sends you something on/in a dish, you are to return the dish with something scrumptious for them. So, she gets these ginormous chocolate cakey cookies.



These are snickerdoodles. I love snickerdoodles. Both batches were made Sunday morning before church.

My dad requested that we bring him a picture of Eli to put in his room while he recovers, so I made him this collage. Isn't that little man adorable?

While Eli was home sick & napping, I made dad a card and totebag. I've been playing with lots of different hand-written designs and fonts on paper products. These totebags are so easy to make. I've done them two different ways. Option one: take the tote bag apart, trace on the back, machine stitch it, cut the felt, and reassemble the tote. Option two: pin on the felt, hand-stitch freehanded, cut the felt along the stitching, and call it a day. For this bag, I used option two. If you're going to use writing, use option one.

Eli made PawPaw Keith a card. Inside there was artwork by Eli. He's quite the artist, but he had more marker on himself than he did the card. His little hands looked like they belonged to a Smurf. Thank goodness for washable markers!

If you only have an ounce of creativity, a little bit of free time, and some nervous energy to drive you along, it's quite simple to make some creatively frugal gifts!

Lingering thought of the day: It frustrates me when I can't get my pictures and words lined up just how I want them to be!

Real lingering thought of the day: In precisely six days, dad will be out of surgery now and my hubby will know whether or not he matched. It'll be one major Monday.