A blog for Tom

Tom always complains that people on Myspace don't talk about their spouses enough. Well, this is MYspace. If you want to talk about you, get a YOURspace. Duh. Anyway, I had a moment last night where I realized just how much I love my husband and I thought I'd share it. (Don't worry, I'm not getting sappy. I don't roll like that.)

I have a terrible, terrible addiction to what I call "being crafty". I like to pretend I'm good at doing crafty, artsy things. I am so, so not. I have knitted miles of yarn into unmentionable projects. I have bought yards of fabric, pretending that I can use a sewing machine to make things that do not turn out to be things at all, but instead garbage. And I have ruined a number of pieces of furniture doing my favorite crap craft of all, decoupage. So when I told Tom last night (he's in the field again, with no control over how I am destroying his house) that I had taken on the bookcase as my new project, I expected that he might worry or disapprove. Or when I got to the inevitable part where I did not succeed with the bookcase, become angry. But he didn't. Instead, he laughed. He laughed because the bookcase now leans to the right and I am unsure of its bookholding capacity. He laughed because once again, my overzealous craftiness resulted in a dreadful product. And he laughed, I like to think, because he loves that about me. I truly believe I can do these things, and he never stops me even though he knows I can't.

So, Tom, this blog's for you. Love you!

(No, Sarah, he doesn't know about my plan to paint the furniture black. He never reads these things anyway.)