I've said that I don't have a creative bone in my body. It skips a generation when being handed down through our family. My mom has more creativity than any one person should be allowed and I've threatened to put a sign in front of her house that says, "Martha Stewart DOES live here." Kara inherited this trait from her, although not quite to the level that Mom's got it, but give her time - she's only 27.
However, I was inspired over the weekend to dress up a flower pot that I'd bought at Walmart the week before. The pot is pretty cool by itself, because it has a rectangular area on it that's painted with chalkboard paint so you can write the name of whatever you've planted in the pot on it.
I liked it for its novel idea, but I thought it looked rather bare, too. So I took some fake ivy that I had laying around and a ladybug that has been here for so long that I don't remember where it came from and let loose with the hot glue gun.
Five minutes later, I had this: