The Memory Jar is one of those pins that you see and think “This is so easy to put together. I am on it!” You are right. It is easy to put together. You just need a large jar, slips of paper, and a pen. I even went so far as to order a custom stamp with our monogram on it, and bought fancy-pants cards from a stationary store so that the slips would look pretty all jumbled in the jar.
Christmas morning came, Bryan opened his gift, and loved the idea. We sat the jar, slips of paper, and a pen on our piano, and there it sat. When Christmas morning 2012 rolled around, we opened the jar, and a sad pile of four cards sat there. All written by yours truly. A far cry from the stuffed-to-the-brim version you see on Pinterest. It was fun to read the memories, all of which we had forgotten, and we swore that 2013 was going to be different.
We were right. This year there is not one single slip of paper in that jar. Zilch. Zero.
I am sharing this story because I think that oftentimes we, the blogging community, post these amazing and spectacular projects, and it may appear that we never fail. Well, guess what? We do. Sometimes spectacularly. I chalk this failure up to my delusion that memories would magically appear in that jar without much effort. Not surprisingly, I ended this year with an empty jar.
What do you do when something you really were excited about fails? You can do one of two things: admit defeat, or give it another try. I am going with the second option. The hubs and I had a talk, and that jar is going to go back on the piano (I put it in the cupboard around mid-November, because looking at it was bumming me out), and we are going to put at least one memory each week into it. That’s the plan, at least. If it doesn’t happen this year, we will finally admit defeat.
Wish us luck!