It was my parent’s 50th wedding anniversary. I actually decided to make my own greeting card. Sure. It sounds frugal. It does. But I assure you it wasn’t an act of avarice. It wasn’t an act of sloth. I live in Highland Park. There are at least seven shops within walking distance that sell cards. I could have walked across the street and bought a card at the bookstore. It was an action of misguided creativity. So, I bought construction paper. I shuffled tunes. And I sat down to create. Ok. I had no crayons. Yes, you are right. What kind of house hasn’t crayons? And then I had no glue. No Elmer’s. No glue stick. Ok. I have a glue gun. Sure. I watch HGTV. But, I thought using a glue gun on construction paper seemed extreme. So … I found wallpaper paste. Now, for the record - wallpaper paste and construction paper is not a good partnership.
You may think my card looked like some folk art project. No. It looked like a kindergarten art assignment. And frankly, I think putting a greeting card from a 44 years old man on a refrigerator door just seems wrong. So, I fashioned the card and it looked awful. My creative expectations had hoped higher. Well, … I might as well have spit tobacco juice at cardboard in some Jackson Pollockesque spray of affection. But - I tried. The sentiment was sincere.
February 14, 2007
