Thank you, Mr. Brooklyns!
As the holidays are quickly coming into our consciousness my thoughts naturally drift to crafts. It's a genetic deficiency. I don't do as much of that sort of thing as I once did but I still pull my Glue Gun out every once in a while just to see if I still have the touch.
Because I buy second-hand most of the time I seem to often come across items that need a bit of repair before they can be utilized, gifted or offered for sale. Can you say "GLUE GUN"? My trusty GiGi, as I like to call her, has pulled me out of many a pickle. So fast, so easy, so transparent! (Unfortunately sometimes...sooo permanent.)
It's hard to remember what we did in the time BEFORE GLUE GUNS (BGG to those who crafted before 1975). It's practically a tragedy that my paternal grandmother, the Mother Superior of Crafting never knew a world with Glue Guns in them. I can't think of anything that would have thrilled her more. The halos would have stayed glued to the little wooden noggins of her sweet angels. The costume jewelry would have been fixed firmly in the shape of a Christmas tree that was framed and lit from behind. She would have found more uses for The GiGi than any of us could imagine.
Her name was Gussie. Interestingly another GiGi...Grandma Gussie. She also had a penchant for painting objects black, which I inherited (and BTW hides a multitude of sins). The family joke is, "If you stood still too long Grandma would paint you black." If there were Glue Guns back then the joke would have been..."She'd paint you black...then glue you to something."
In the next blog I am going to share several ideas that will, of course, entail the use of our precious GiGi's. So get 'em out guys and gals, make sure they're tuned up, you've got a good supply of glue sticks and the craft supplies to go Ga-Ga with GiGi's.