I feel like Quasimoto. I may even be developing a hunched back.
The theme for the high school swim banquet is "The Beach". Okay, I thought, this shouldn't be too hard. Sun, sand, shells and surfboards. There: a beach. That's where I should have left well enough alone. But noooo, I just had to keep touching the idea.
That's when I got "The Big Idea". Sand castle center pieces! That's it! Each table will have a sand castle center piece! Off to the internet I dashed and lo and behold there was my answer. Take a child's castle toy, coat it with tacky glue, sprinkle with sand, spray with varnish and Viola! a sand castle.
The local dollar store had the perfect ceramic pieces: Notre Dame, seven inches tall and already sand colored. Throw in some dollar store mirrors as bases and I was in heaven. This idea was going to fly!
Still gluing and sprinkling. My floor is sandy, my counters are gluey and when Michael took a bite of the PBJ I made him he said, "Oh Mommy! It's not just the house that feels like the beach, my sandwich tastes like the beach too!" Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Well, the banquet is tomorrow and my sandcastles are finally done. Like a marriage, for better or for worse. All in all, I don't think they look all that bad...except perhaps the one that reminds me of Mr. Potato Head.
The next time I have a big idea, please, lock me in the belfry!