Some things take a long time to come to fruition.

You may remember that I decided back in February to put some of my creatures into boxes, to turn them into wall art.

With that in mind over the course of a few months I foraged a few potential creature containers along my vintage travels.

These little boxes, drawers and tins have been sitting accusingly on the shelf by my work table ever since, daring me to get cracking.

I’ve ignored them, mainly because the thought of getting the electric drill out fills me with horror.

I’m actually OK with a drill. I have put up shelves, made picture frames and done other handy tasks in the past.

But do I suffer from a chronic lack of confidence with power tools and handy-person jobs generally, the legacy, I think, of having a Dad who never let me get near any practical tasks as a child.

The thought of drilling into metal tins to attach fixings brought me out in a cold sweat.

I don’t have a vice, or a functional workbench, or a practical partner to help me.

And the drill, which has been avoided for some years now, is located… somewhere, I’m not sure where, under a bed, or on top of a wardrobe, or (worse still) buried in the outer reaches of the attic’s roof space, all places I’m not keen to explore any time soon.

But, having a surfeit of creatures and wanting to present something new on my stall, the time came to gee myself up and get on with it.

So I decided to think laterally. I dispensed with the drill altogether. After all, there’s a lot you can do with a screwdriver and some good strong glue. Instead of hanging decorations, I went for more standing ones.

I’m quite pleased with the results…

Worth the glue-fumes-induced headaches, I think – I hope.

And confirmation that necessity – or for me, fear – is the mother of invention. ♥