If you've gotten a gift from me, then you've probably met these fine examples of my "skills":
- Undercut paper with odd scraps of (hopefully similar) paper taped over the ill-fitting bits to disguise the jaunty flashes of cardboard box underneath.
- Overly generous application of large amounts of paper to small boxes resulting in saggy protrusions of wasted wrapping.
- Ripped paper with odd holes around box edges.
- Bulgy sacks of paper when I can't be bothered to find a box.
- Gift bags with unattractive wisps of undermatched (generally torn, certainly recycled) tissue paper leaking out from the top.
Uh....get out the paint and old useless stuff!
I LOVED this gift wrapping! I made packages from scrapbook paper (hey, it's not like I actually USE it, I just collect it so it may as well go to good use...), papers torn from an altered book and collaged, an old wooden thread bobbin, I punched holes, I sewed, I painted, I glazed, I stamped - I actually found that giving was beating receiving....huh.
What did I learn from this experience?
Well, I gotta be me. Apparently the following are not me:
- measurement (involves numbers.....bad)
- crisply trimmed and mitered edges
- slick and glossy bags from Hallmark
- perfect froths of hard shiny ribbon
- using scrapbook paper for its duly appointed use
- Hand-dyed paper from Thailand
- My own "calligraphy"
- Paint glazes on top of old crumbly book pages
- Eyeballing my hole punching (not measured at all)
- A vast grab bag of luscious furry ribbons
It's amazing how much more comfortable something (formerly hated) feels when you quit trying to be somebody else, and start being you.