Poor little reindeer: An adventure in glue

Have you ever had one of those days when you feel like you have all your little ducks in a row and everything is in crackerjack order and then all of a sudden the universe jumps in and reminds you that perfect order and lined-up ducks are just a bit too boring? That’s my optimistic take on the strange chain of occurrences that have been happening in Casa Jared and Katrina lately, one of which involves the poor little reindeer pictured above, with his poor little broken antler.

For Christmas this year, my little brother gifted us with this adorable salt and pepper shaker set from Pottery Barn. And I looove them. Given my obsession with white ceramic and love of all things holiday-related, this gift could not have been more perfect. Mix that with the fact that it’s a gift that my brother picked out specifically for me (awww…), and it’s probably one of my favorite presents ever.

So Santa and his reindeer were sitting happily on the table a few nights ago (yes, I still have holiday decorations out; I have to let go slowly), when Jared decided to clear the space so he could do some work. A few minutes later, we both heard the tiny “clink” and instantly knew what happened. It was only a few days earlier when Jared told me that we’d have to be careful with the reindeer’s antlers because they could break off so easily. And by we, I’m pretty sure he meant Katrina, given my history for breaking things. The poor guy felt terrible when he realized the break that he had predicted occurred on his watch, by his hands.

The “clink” was pretty sad, but I couldn’t be too upset because just a week and a half earlier, I did this:

Yes, that’s one of our brand-new Pottery Barn dishes. And yes, that’s a dime-sized chip on the outer rim. Argh.

And the misses didn’t stop there. In the days following the reindeer debacle, we had what should have been a 30-minute DIY project that completely flopped and took six hours to semi-salvage (details coming soon). Then for dinner, I tried out a new soup recipe that was not so bueno and watched in total shock as Ella munched half a grilled cheese sandwich that she, for the first time in her entire puppy life, stole right off my plate. Ooph. On the other hand, I suppose it was a really good day for her.

Weird chain of events, right? I was feeling minorly mopey about all of this last night, but I’ve made the conscious decision to put an end to this madness. This week will be a good one, and it all starts with Gorilla Glue.

This morning, I used said handy dandy glue to fix our poor-no-more reindeer. Just a dot of glue…

And a few minutes of holding it in place, and he’s good as new. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for the plate, but I’m still counting this as a win. It’s all about perspective.

Have you been practicing your fix-it skills lately? Are there any projects that you checked off your list this weekend? Any DIY mishaps or recipe flops you’d like to share? Do tell!

XO,
Katrina