The Stress of Baby Chickens

So my kind Aunt, gave me a project to do whilst I was alone (during Joey's work hours) in the house for 17 days. This project included washing/drying and then ironing and then ironing again to place a stamp (that I would paint with puffy paint) of chickens "Monday - Sunday." I dreaded this project but smiled and said of course I would, I would love too. It actually sounds fun, I am somewhat crafty - not like most bloggers I read on the net but I try. However, I try in my own way and I am less judgemental if the craft project is for myself. However, these were my Aunt and I desperately want them to be perfect - so far I do not think they are. On the fifteenth day (last night) I finally pressed my first stamp on a towel and after losing my mind looking for a hoop, I was able to start painting. I hate it, it wasn't perfect and neither am I. *sigh*

Today, it didn't look as bad so I decided I will finish the other six days before tomorrow - our last day at Auntie's. I hope she likes them, actually I just hope she doesn't hate them. Joe likes them but Joe likes pretty much everything I do, that's his job :P I will upload pics when I can sync my phone to my Mom's computer.

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