Here at our house, crafts are synonymous with breathing.  It's something we just have to do.  For some reason, life just gets a little easier for all us girls when we make something.  Does anyone else feel that way?

If you don't believe me, you'll have to come over sometime.  On an ordinary day, our house sounds like a circus of chimpanzees.  Shrieking, high-pitched voices fill our rafters and echoes bounce off our walls.  Feet pitter-pattering and the chatter--

OHHHH the chatter.