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One of the great traditions in our home is the tooth fairy box. That’s right. No pillows to find in darkened rooms, the convenient tooth fairy box hangs oh-so-nicely on the bedroom door because, oddly enough, the tooth fairy hands out extra bling if she doesn’t risk exposure or steps on tiny extremely painful Lego blocks with her bare feet.

Josey’s tooth fairy box disappeared some time ago, although he has a very promising wiggly tooth that will need to be exchanged in the near future. Lexi hasn’t yet started losing teeth but it’s never too early to prepare is it? Hence, the beginning of a tooth fairy box for my little darling.

I seriously forgot how fun decoupage could be. There’s a lot of waiting for the modge podge to dry. There’s also a lot of fussing with air bubbles. Fortunately after it sets up I’ll be able to sand it and then start adding all the necessary bits of trim and whatnot to pretty it up a bit.

And because I really don’t have an off button when it comes to crafting, I brought out another box to work on while the tooth fairy box was drying. This one is larger, creatively enough made from box wood, that I purchased years ago from a now defunct art and quilt store.

I honestly do not hoard art supplies. I swear I don’t. Some grand project will strike me as a fantastic idea and I’ll go get what I need. Then some part of the greatness of my project will be undermined by this really stupid thing called “reality.” So the supplies go into their newly assigned places and I go on with life. Then during the holidays, my birthday and every other time I see a family member someone will give me more art and craft stuff.

So right now I have the creative equivalent of religious guilt (for not using what I had at my disposal) and craft oriented attention deficit disorder. I will call this state “craftaholism.” There is no 12 step program, there is no cure.