Adventures with a glue gun

We had an interesting Sunday afternoon last week.   Four generations of us sat around the table to make wedding invitations, although the youngest wasn’t very helpful at only 6 weeks old and was being passed around the rest of us!  Youngest stepdaughter was unable to join us as she had a bike accident on the Friday before and has a fractured thumb!  So eldest daughter, whose wedding it is, showed us the sort of design she wanted which was just some lace and an assortment of bows, flowers and butterflies.

The lace came from my stash and was pretty much using up all the odd bits I had kept in case they came in useful.  It’s quite gratifying to know that they finally did as I have spent many years wondering if it was worth it.

I followed her plan, youngest daughter followed her plan, my mother went off at a tangent and concocted all kinds of weird and wonderful things that really didn’t fit with the plan (these were later put into two piles, those that could be rescued and those that would not be used).

It was a lovely time, although mother did worry us with the handling of the glue gun!  Me and youngest daughter seemed the most prone to burning ourselves even though we have probably used it the most.  You would probably assume that we were being less careful as we thought we knew what we were doing, but anyone watching my mother wielding the gun with a completely carefree abandon would, like us, be wondering how on earth she managed not to burn herself as she merrily waggled it around and glue was dripping onto everything in sight, except for the bits she was sticking to the card!

All the invitations are different but here is a selection to show you how they turned out;