Yesterday, I made a trip out to Michael's. No, not the fancy-pants midtown restaraunt (just an aside: one of the incidents that led to my quitting was when I had a misunderstanding with an agent who Evil Bitch Boss was having lunch with and thought she was handling the reservation at Michael's. So I didn't make it. So they didn't have one. This led to EBB firing off a series of angry emails from her blackberry, presumably while sitting in a corner in Michael's. "They didn't have res for us. am. livid!!!!!" "so embarassed. had to sit in the corner. this place is all about who sees u!" and "call and confirm next time!! can't let this keep happening!" as if I routinely screwed up her reservations, when, in fact, that was the only time it happened.) The craft store.

I had this idea in my head that I'd make pretty invitations for my sister's baby shower (a baby shower that was originally going to be a surprise but then that didn't work out, so I suppose I can write about it here. Not like she actually reads this page anyway, I think.)

I had decided to do a simple design; just the basics on some pretty baby blue cardstock that I'd embellish with maybe some pretty paper punchout or a cute rubber stamp. I saw some adorable rubber stamps of baby duckies and another very cute one of a tiny onesie the other day in a super expensive paper store and thought Michael's would surley be cheaper. They were, but they also lacked the incredibly cute designs and pretty paper cardstock.

There were, however, a huge variety of scrapbooking supplies. This is a world I don't entirely understand. Or, I do understand sort of why someone might want to preserve their memories in pretty books, but how someone could get so into it. And just how it works. Beading also confuses me like that. I'd like to be the sort of crafty person who can make expensive-looking necklaces out of a few bucks' worth of beads, but where to begin? And just how does one take up cake-decorating as a hobby?

As I wandered up and down the aisles (which made me feel like I was in the suburbs instead of a few blocks from home) I became increasingly confused and overwhelemed. Would those invitations work with my printer? Would the rubber stamp ink smudge? And why, in God's name, do they not have any light blue cardstock that's precut?

So today, on my lunch break, I went to Papyrus and picked up some cute cards (but not homemade, nor, sadly, letterpressed -- I do love the look of letterpress, but it's like $2 a card minimum, which seems really silly.) So much for being crafty.