On the Evil of Tin Cans

Granted this is a craft blog and all, but I find myself temporarily and most annoyingly partially incapacitated by a most vile tin can lid that had the nerve to turn the second phalanx of the middle finger on my right hand into a slit full of something that looks like ground human (as opposed to beef/turkey/tofu scramble, insert (non)meat of choice here). Luckily it is not on the palmar side or else I would be howling in pain. The cut did not seal presumably due to the little shredded chunks of flesh inside and induced some degree of concern (I wouldn't go so far as to call it panic) combined with nausea and wondering if I should have gotten a stitch. However, going to Student Health would probably result in waiting in boredom for a while and then being told by some dejected doctor to put neosporin and a bandaid on the cut (like they told me to go home and rest when I had mono and did not even realize that it was mono I had. They never do believe me when I say I don't have fevers, aside from that one time I had dysentery at eleven and was briefly comatose). So now I shower with a nitrile glove on my right hand despite weird associations that those carry. GRRRR. Must I spend every spring with some annoying hand injury? I was actually trying to have a nice relaxing day (for those of you who know that I am incapable of relaxation, you realize what effort and power of positive thinking that took), cook a nice dinner with fresh veggies... and now I have a giant box of bandaids to look forward to and, man, does that cut look nasty!

Our Wedding Flowers

My husband and I got married in the fall of 2009 and I am still in the process of sorting through cards, memorabilia, etc. I managed to fill one of those multi-picture frames and mount it on the wall, got my headpiece and jewelry in shadowboxes, but I hadn't gotten around to dealing with the flowers I kept - lots of baby roses in red, orange, and yellow that I ordered online and my bridesmaids and I tied into bouquets and boutonnieres that morning of the wedding. I did not keep my own bouquet since it went to the girl who rightfully caught it (or rather was hit in the face with it), I got some of my bridesmaids bouquets and I dried some of the flowers and pressed others... OK, this intro is becoming far too boring. After finding the perfect wooden painting board (canvas would not do for brittle dried flowers), I finished my floral display, so here it is.