Paper Pumpkin [December Review]

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In the world of Pintrest and Tumblr, I dream of following along to the seasonal DIY’s and crafts – ideally without the price tag.

Crafts have become a chore to some, considering the prepping, planning, buying, cleaning, and overall frustration it can lead to. Paper Pumpkin has done a fantastic job of removing the messy counter top and leaving us with art.

DSC_2983I am thrilled to be able to do a review for such a fantastic company. Paper Pumpkin had a smile on my face from the moment I opened the box. They would consider that a mission complete!

My box included one ‘Simply Snowflake’ kit, packed with the materials (as seen below) to create 8 snowflake cards – inc. envelopes, 8 gift tags, step-by-step instructions and a bonus stamp set.

DSC_2995Box: Paper Pumpkin
Product : 1 themed craft kit with everything included.
Cost : $19.95/month – US  $24.96/month – CAN
Shipping : Canada & US

Additional : an online ‘how-to’ video of the kit.

DSC_3001The possibility of these craft sets are endless. Although they’re great for a family to sit down and create together, to me, they’re perfect for a twenty-something looking to do something fun after a long day of work, looking to do something other then studying or looking to share some laughs with a glass of wine and friends.

I could speak of this company forever but I’d simply like to thank Paper Pumpkin for reminding me that our childhoods are never too far away.

For more information, please visit Paper Pumpkin.

The Wish for One More Chance.

You continue to look his way. You disregard the eyes of affection,
the genuine people who come up. The ones who can rewrite your pain.
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 Heartbreak is the sorrow of a lonely bird. The crumbling of an expired cake. The nostalgia of a top-40 song. It’s the disbelief, the regret, the wish for once more chance. It’s the unchangeable mind that this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.

But how many times can you let the same person defeat you? You sacrifice your self-worth because you settle, and you accept. You continue to look his way. You disregard the eyes of affection, the genuine people who come up. The ones who can rewrite your pain.

They’re begging for your time and attention like you’re begging for his. 

Tell Your Tragedy.

Use the dirt on your hands to help them build their own castle in the sand.
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You don’t have to write a novel, fill a gallery with art or direct a play to tell your story. Find a way that works. Find a way to tell your tragedy. To inspire the ones on the same path. Your story is the cuts beneath your skin. The bags beneath your eyes. The dirt beneath your nails. Not everyone can see and not everyone will understand but, the ones that do need you to use the dirt on your hands to help them build their own castle in the sand.


	

You’re Human.

Your life may be hard but it means that you’re living and the fact that you’re living, means you’ve done something right.

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Your family may fight but it shows that they’re there. Your job may be boring but it means you still have one. Your skin may be flawed but it means that you’ve grown. Your mistakes may be bad but it means that you’re human. Your smile may be temporary but it means there’s still hope.

Your life may be hard but it means that you’re living and the fact that you’re living, means you’ve done something right.

 

Because Of You.

It’s bittersweet getting through something
with the very person who put you through it.
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Sometimes I like that I believed your lies because it meant I thought the best of you. Sometimes I like how hard I tried to make things work, because it meant I was open to the idea of you. Sometimes I like the times things went wrong, because it meant I was willing to fight for you.

It’s bittersweet getting through something with the very person who put you though it, but I’m so glad I did because it meant life hasn’t yet, made me cold to the idea of love. And that’s because of you.


	

We Are Grown Ups.

We are too many people, too few people.
Too much change, too much routine.
We are wide-awake at four a.m.
We are, “am I rich yet”?
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We are young adults. We are grown ups. We are ‘twenty-something’ along those lines. It’s so much madness with unassigned words. It’s a dropped palette of paint, a train with no set course.

To be a ‘twenty-something’  is to master the art of using minimal silverware. It’s beginner cookbooks and doodle filled notebooks. Broken hearts and drunken kisses. Big wide eyes and life in panic. Mornings that come with lessons, nights that come with regrets.

We are too many people, too few people. Too much change, too much routine. We are wide-awake at four a.m. We are, am I rich yet? We are prisoners of ourselves.

We find ourselves spinning dizzy in circles with excitement because we want what we want, right now. The problem is, we don’t know what we want.