I should start a series called (practically) crafty because I have a million ideas and minimal execution – but I like to think that when I do make time to craft, I do it right.  That said, my front door has been barren and sad-looking, complimented by the growing cracks that are developing, thanks to blistering Dallas heat on a inappropriately dark shade of stain for a west-facing door. This poor door was crying “make me pretty”. But I was feeling, well, thrifty. And then at the craft store I spotted flip-flops, and a plan came together. This time I didn’t want to spend a lot of money (famous last…