Every female that punches the Mom time clock has a go at Arts & Crafts. In this vortex, we are secretly bamboozled into believing we are one with glue guns and glitter. It may start out innocently but then something snaps and we all see Martha Stewart in the mirror sans the prison garb. Secretly every member of Mommyland believes that their invention will end up on Shark Tank. Here is my account of being this/close to an international phenomenon.
1988 there were a few cutting edge ideas making waves at Christmas Craft Fairs that set themselves apart from the usual pot holders and potpourri; ornaments and wearables. So on my maiden voyage to extreme wealth, in partnership with a friend Former Friend, we spend a month in September creating sweatshirts with glitter outlined appliqués and a few ornaments made from ordinary household items to sell at the Fair. Keep in mind this was before the days of Pinterest so creativity needed to be at it’s Zenith.
Cheap sweatshirts, a gross of assorted glittered fabric paint and fusing and we are ready to launch our modern day sweatshop. We’re pounding these things out rapid fire and as we talk through our plans to buy a leer jet with the profits we are sure to amass from this venture. Our confidence is at an all time high as we begin the ornament phase of manufacturing.
The noodle angels ornaments we chose were made from uncooked pasta, a small wooden ball head and a ribbon hanger. Adorbs right?! We make about 20, cooing like infants the entire time. What we didn’t anticipate is the enormous popularity of these little celestial babies.
Our Craft fair day arrives and we are pumped! Our products are well-organized and displayed. Around closing time, a kindergarten teacher falls in love with our ornaments and special orders 100! “Why yes, we can have those ready by the day of your Kindergarten Christmas Program and yes, I’m sure the parents of the kindergarten students will LOVE them” I say. My FF is equally excited as we get a game plan for creation. We have a 2 week timeframe. Group hugs all around.
After 3 failed attempts to get together to fulfill this order, I purchase all the supplies we’ll need on my own. I nudge my FF. She’s far ”too busy this week but assures me she’ll get into overdrive next week. I begin the glueing process and store them in a flimsy garment box that you get free if you purchase an ugly christmas sweater. I had a system; glue the noodles together, glue the “hair” on, spray paint them white, draw an angelic singing face and glue on the ribbon enabling them to hanging onto the tree. Simple. I make up 10 in about 15 minutes, so I’m satisfied that it wont take longer than an afternoon to create the 100 needed for the order. I share the good news with my partner! It’s Christmas season and everyone is up to their turtlenecks in gift wrapping and sleigh bells.
I make yet another call to FF:
ME: Hey – we really gotta get these angels done, I started but I need help
FF: Ya know, I’m really not gonna have any time to do them
ME: Uhm….What? At ALL?
FF: Yea, I just have a ton of shit going and I can’t jam one more thing in
ME: So… this is all on me to finish? 100 Noodle Angels? Seriously?
FF: Yea super sorry about this
After I silently braid a boat rope of profanities together that could have wrapped around the galaxy, I begin my stratagem. I need to have a place to hang the scads of drying pasta, develop some kind of hanger thingy (technical term) and clear some space in the garage for these freshly painted yuletide treasures. I plan to glue them inside the house, spray them outside in the garage and bring them back inside to add the ribbon and draw the face. BEGIN! I am a glueing maniac. Dinner? Heat up some tomato soup girls. Homework? Read it out loud to me while I’m looking for bowtie pasta that isn’t broken. My neck is aching but I have about 50 glued and ready for paint.
T-7 – Winter is icy in Chicago, so naturally as I’m bringing the first 50 outside to paint, I slip and they go flying. I lose about 12 to broken wings or decapitation. Irritatedly I begin to spray and in within 5 minutes, I have paint all over my gloves AND I’m freezing.
T-6 – Here’s a tip for all you inventors on the cutting edge of the next best thing; if the temperature is below freezing, paint doesn’t dry very well. When I go out to trade the newly glued angels, with the newly painted angels, 90% of the paint has dripped onto the floor. So I do what every diligent entrepreneur does, I spend the remainder of the day buying and setting up an auxiliary heater. For real. $40 bucks. Late that evening I respray the first batch.
T-5 – Next morning I check on the angels. The heater seems to be working. So if one is good, 3 are better so I go out and buy 2 more heaters, panicked that these things are not going to get done. Since this buyer has already paid me for these and they ARE gifts for parents I WILL SUCCEED. It made sense at the time. The most casual of observers would have recognized at this point that my profit/loss margin was a teensy bit skewed – but not me. I was on a mission.
T-4 – I now look like those commercials on television where people have binged on something unhealthy for days. I’m completely disheveled, wearing yesterday’s baggy sweats, waking up on the couch with food still on my face from right before I passed out. It wasn’t pretty. I’ve all but abandoned my life before this project. I trudge out to the angel factory only to find that because the first batches had been sprayed twice, the pasta had begun to soften. The wings were now pliable. I thought about remaking them. Finally, my common sense showed up. Tough shit, seconds are a legit business. They stay. I hadn’t even put the smiling faces on these little goddesses, whom I now believe to be possessed. Sleep deprivation does things to a person.
T-3 – The buyer calls to set up a meeting place. I tell her I’ll have them completed and ready for delivery by tomorrow, however I’ve hit a few snags. I offer her a refund if she just wants to turn back now – sight unseen. She FREAKS OUT and tells me how important these angels are, she has no back up gifts, blah, blah, blah. All I heard was the voice of Charlie Brown’s Mom squawking through the phone.
T-2 – Faces on. I admit some looked like they had been on a bender. I attach the ribbon, pack the devil babies up and get them into the car. These gotta go tonight before they eat one of my kids. Nothing has been done in my house for the last week that wasn’t noodle angel related. These little Satan’s Spawn had taken over my life. I drive myself to the buyers house. I’m tempted to leave them on her door and back away slowly but she answers. I paste on my fakest smile, ridiculously thinking she is going to be ever so grateful for the effort. “Great thanks – take care” and closes the door. That’s it! I spent my entire ride home yelling at the windshield.
Don’t you get it Broom Hilda?! Those things took a week of my life from me. That’s it, “take care” ?! How about a bag of food for my kids, or a roll of toilet paper since I haven’t even gone out for basics since I was sucked into this vortex? How about you wrap all the gifts I STILL NEED TO GO BUY?
Eventually, I realized I had only myself to blame for letting things get this out of control. Oh and my FF. We haven’t spoken since the angels came. The paradox of having something that began as a small good natured project, then turns sinister and takes over your life has been coined “noodle angels” in our family. The term can be used as a noun or a verb.
- Example A: Don’t go all noodle angels about this but could you …
- Example B: Yea – before I knew it went noodle angels on me.
- Example C: I’m not even gonna start that project – it’s got Noodle Angels written all over it!
Know the signs people. This stuff sneaks up on you.
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on January 5, 2016