Craftsy

Today has been... well a day so far.
I woke up at an insanely early time and couldn't fall back to sleep. I lied about for awhile and watched a ridiculous Jessica Simpson movie about her joining the army. It was pathetically bad, like the cliche train wreck that one can never seem to peel their eyes from, yet I watched the entire thing. Two hours of my life which I will never be able to retrieve. Then I got up and jogged. I thought about making May the first month of list item 31, but realized it was the second day of the month and I did the opposite of jogging on the first day of the month; assuming that engorging yourself at a buffet is the opposite of jogging of course. Then I did some other calisthenics. I did my first yoga session after those activities. I have a gut feeling that I am going to be sore tomorrow.. imagine that.
After putting my body through metaphorical hell and sweating enough for entire gym full of people I did some cleaning. Well, in truth, I started to clean but have ended up making a much larger mess than I began with because I was feeling craftsy. Thanks a lot gods of creativity, I was finally in a cleaning mood then you have to go and strike me through with your moment of inspiration. Nevertheless, I am quite pleased with my project.
I made the book which will be home to the 101 quotes which find their way into my heartstrings.
It didn't take me very long at all. The muse moment occured when I was going through old junk in one of the closets in my my house. I found an old, barely used notebook much like this one here. It's cover had some meaningless (to be fair I am sure they meant something at one point in time) scribbles on it. The back cover was completely free of markings, and barely any of the pages had been used. It was time to re-purpose this old book. I had just before come across some pretty scrap gift wrap. I busted out my scissors and glue, some old cardstock and puffy paint and set to work.

First I ripped out all the used pages of long forgotten memorandums and threw them back in the closet (they could still be needed since they did have the faint impression of importance). I trimmed the gift wrap to size of the cover and went paste crazy making sure that it was secure at all the edges. Then I cut up a bit of matching cardstock to decorate it, again ensuring that it was not going to come off. Then I added on more layer of the gift wrap and applied the word ''quotes'' in yellow puffy paint. It was not an overly ambitious craft by any means, but the outcome is so beautiful and simple. AND I saved money by not buying a new notebook which I was eventually going to do. Now I can start filling in it's pages at will.
But my will is completely evaporated at the moment. After finishing my little project I went to lay out in my backyard. It was so hot I swore I was suffocating. After trying to bear it for thirty minutes it was clearly time to come back inside where I belong on such stifling days.
Now I am exhausted (I am beyond positive that it is heat enduced lethargy) and I feel that I am going to retire very soon.
What a fascinating and semi-productive day right?