This is another one of those projects that has been on my To Do list forever. Since it's been two weeks since I last posted, I figured I'd better light a fire under my butt and get something done. So I picked this because it was relatively easy and didn't require too many decisions.
Sometimes decisions paralyze me.
I can't tell you how many projects I have going that just have the undesirable task of making an unimportant decision in order to wrap it up. Like, "I can't hang those pictures because I want to get a new couch someday and I don't know how big it will be, or where I will position it, or if it will match," blah, blah, blah.
Really, who cares? It's ridiculous the head games I play with myself.
Yes, I do have some pictures in my dumpster of a guest room, waiting to be hung up. Don't harass me.
Sometimes it's not the decisions, but instead the act of finishing a project. I don't know the psychology behind it, and really I probably don't care, but starting projects is great fun. Finishing projects is a drag. Especially if it's something that you haven't had time to touch for over a year and so you have the added task of having to figure out where you left off before you can start again. Blah! My Guest Dumpster has a lot of those babies piled atop the bed.
Lucky for me, Aunt Marcia is visiting for Thanksgiving so I have to get in there and deal with it.
Oh yes, I'm supposed to be talking about lunch box ID tags. How easily I babble off into a tangent.
Just in case you are wondering why lunch boxes need ID tags, I'm going to tell you about my kids. Zoe Bug has never lost her lunch box. She is my responsible, conscientious, compliant child. Stinkerbell loses her lunch box at least once a week. And she has the attitude that it's not her problem. The nerve of that child. Last year she had a Star Wars lunch box--and so did every boy in her class. This year she got a Plain Jane, or John, black lunch box. And I'm thinking about beribboning it with sparkly ribbons and doodads. Because I'm a little bit passive aggressive.
So the ID tags are required in order to keep that vein in my temple from bulging, giving me an embolism, and thus ending my life. It's for my health. And possibly Stinkerbell's.
These tags are made out of the same wood I used to make the backpack ID tags, except they are half the size. Peanut Head cut one of the wood pieces in half for me, and I just gave them a couple sloppy coats of acrylic paint. I probably should have sanded the wood first, but I didn't see the point in making them beautiful when potentially they will be subjected to rotting food and violence in the classroom lunch crate.
The lunch crate is a scary place. I came back from summer vacation to discover two rotting lunch boxes had been left in my lunch crate, and one of them had a yogurt in it. Blech!
Anyway, two coats of paint, another coat of MOD Podge (I have to force myself to say it that way because I'm so bitter about the Mod Podge scandal) to keep the paint from bleeding onto the picture, slap a not-so-attractive school picture atop that mess, and hit it with another coat of MOD Podge, allowing time to dry between each coat. I repeated that scenario for the back of the tags where I wrote the girls' names, teachers, and room numbers on a sticker.
There's nothing fancy about these tags. They are pure function. But you can make yours cute if you want. I just can't since I know what happens in the lunch crate. It's spooky.