Thursday, July 26, 2012

Pinterest, Hate To Love It

Quick rant: Pinterest is a concise way to see the work and ideas from thousands of sources all in one place. Crediting "Pinterest" with your craftiness is like saying "I credit this pan that I got my cookie off of, rather than the person that baked it." Food for thought.

I'm not anti-Pinterest. In fact, I think it's a great source of idea-sharing. It is indeed far more effective than spending hours combing through personal artist blogs or Google Images. But the process of removing an idea from its original source and putting it on a giant bulletin board does take away the element of authenticity. "I got this great idea from Pinterest!" Not unless the artist's name is Pinterest.

Pinterest is like a big blender of ideas. But I suppose that's what the internet is, isn't it.
'Merica.

Yard Sale Chairs

If you have been to my house in the past 7 or 8 months, then you've seen these beauties loitering in my garage. $10 for the pair at a yard sale.
They're kind of terrible.
Glossy as they were, spray paint covered great. No stripping necessary.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Hope

Quick tutorial.... . 1.Mix 1/2 ModPodge 1/2 water.
Onto a canvas, I Mod Podged (yes, verb tense of "Mod Podge") old book pages and a piece of Newspaper from Thailand.
I added one piece of tissue paper over the pages for texture.
After the glue dried, I sponged white acrylic paint over the whole canvas. Sometimes I try to imagine crafts that I can do just to accommodate my giant sponge. Just my favorite.
Then, I cut out some paper letters. Good thing you were not around for the weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth that goes along with making letters.
I used my (you guessed it) favorite sponge to paint blue/teal over the letters...
Peel back the letters, and there you go!
Isaiah 58:11 The Lord will guide you continually. He will satisfy your desire in broken and scorched places. He will make your bones strong. He will make you likea spring of water whose waters do not fail.
You see, last summer when I went to Thailand, I heard Isaiah 58:11 for the first time. Suddenly Hope was even more than the innocent eyes of a 12 year old girl rescued from prostitution. Hope became a promise. A promise to me. Last week, our family experienced a very decisive split. The period at the end of a sentence, if you will. I am thankful even yet, and praising the Lord for His provision because I know that He is up to something better than what I see. When I can't trace His hand, I trust His heart, and His heart for me is good. What can I do but celebrate his massive, off-the-charts love for me in every season?
My flesh will dwell in hope.