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Don't Let Nobody Tell You What You Can't Do


See these flowers? Yep. You  might have noticed there's some awfully large red rocks around them. Last summer when we moved in to this little gig there was just a bunch of weeds, so we tried to be landscape savvy and make a beautiful little arrangement of red rocks. Our neighbors generously gave us some pavers sand to fill in the cracks. Little did we know that some stubborn little bulbs were underneath thinking "OH YEAH?! Wait until spring and WE'LL SHOW YOU!"

So these flowers kind of remind me of my husband....
Lemme explain.
I've learned a lot of things in my marriage (we're coming up on 3 years next month, woot woot!). But one thing I've for sure learned is that there's nothing Kevin can't do if he just puts his mind to it.

Take the rainbow roses for example (WOW. Another flower mention. I promise this blog is going places people, hang tight. Additionally, you might want to take a look back at a post from 2016, "The Parable of the Rainbow Rose" as a reference). My husband tells me our first month of marriage about these little rose seeds he bought from China, and how they are going to grow up to become beautiful rainbow roses. And I'm like... Yeah right! But you'll have to read that other post to find out what happened.

And then there's last summer when Kevin decided he was going to build planter boxes from scrap wood, and totally made legit multi-level ones out of next to nothing.

More recently, at Halloween time, Kevin runs home like a little schoolboy from work and tells me there's going to be a Star-Wars themed event hosted at his workplace, and tells me he's going to be General Akbar, and that he's going to make his own costume, and how it'll be awesome. I be like GOOD LUCK WITH THAT.
Welp...He sure showed me.
Look at how legit he not only made himself look, but how legit he made my baby bump look, too:

(And all this was made out of cheap fabric, cardboard, ducktape, and spray paint, people)

Kevin decided shortly before Christmas to make his own puppets so that he could join a puppetry improv comedy group with his buddies. At this point, my skepticism had been thrown out and I embraced the idea with curiosity. Currently he's finishing up a 2.5 foot tall Dodo bird puppet that he's masterfully created out of the following materials: a coat he bought from the DI, some googley eyes, felt, and hot glue.

Kevin's inspiring me to embrace other avenues of creativity and to start telling myself "You can totally do that" instead of "self, that looks way too hard, stick to what you already know how to do." Take our apple rose pastries for example (GAH! This really is becoming a flower post!!!). I'd seen these on Pinterest and thought they were just for culinary school graduates, but we did it:

 

Greatness is not an impossibility. Don't let nobody tell you what you can't do. I'm glad my husband hasn't let others interfere with his greatness, and I'm learning not to let anybody stop mine, either.


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