Well I am here to testify that I cannot.
It doesn't make me sad anymore the way that it used to. There was a year or three there where I FAILED so hard at a crafty life that I considered writing a children's book about it. Because, you know, "Failure is good for you"-"Pick yourself up and try again"- "Cheer up, Charlie!" - and all that bull roar.
See, I have a board on my Pinterest page dedicated to fairy gardens because committing to something crafty requires a Pinterest board. It lets people know that you are serious about the special thing you are going to do. My children wanted a fairy garden so naturally step one was to pin all the things and find inspiration.
For FOUR springs now, I have tried to make tiny furniture, fences and signs out of twigs, bark and vines. I have excitedly proclaimed on ALL THE SOCIAL MEDIA that it is "FAIRY GARDEN TIME!" But I never posted one durn picture of of a garden. Not one.
And it's because I am a miserable failure.
I mean, have you ever tried to use vines, twigs, mud, dandelions and two hands raging with carpel tunnel to create a ridiculously tiny freaking fairy chair? I have and I came away needing therapy. Never mind the sting of my blood-deprived fingers, I had bigger problems - namely the crushing blow of my children giving me disappointed face because they had had so much misplaced faith in me. I would get them all excited only to be like "Oh hey, you guys, look at this mound of mud with a stick in it. I say it's a flagpole, yes? WOOHOO- Fairy FLAGPOLE! Let me sprinkle some glitter on it."
You get the idea. My fairy garden construction left us all feeling empty inside and sent me to Marc's for a flat of perennials and even more glitter.
I have always known there are kits out there. And I could have avoided all of this by buying one. I love buying stuff. I love it so very much. So why did it take me so long to give in to the kit? Would fairies not come to our fairy garden because it came from Michael's? Are fairies rude like that? Of course not - 'twas my pride. And we all know there is just no room for pride when you are a parent. It simply takes some of us longer to surrender. Took me four years but whatever.
And so a few weeks ago, I finally stopped side-eyeing the box in judgment and opened the fairy kit from Grandma Pants. She is obviously a genius.
I was delighted to find that there is mega relief in arriving at and embracing this care free level of fairy garden parenting. In fact, when I didn't try too hard my children seemed to like me more. My best guess is that its because I was not yelling at tiny sticks.
I mean, Plum was so happy to be painting a ceramic toadstool instead of me sprinkling glitter on a clump of grass and calling it a pillow that she sang a lovely little song about the experience.
Have a listen.
And then just go buy a kit. Fairy garden kits are where its at, you guys.
Where. Its. At.
Let my hands rejoice!