The directions were wrong. When you first assemble the house, the box stated to “Hold in place for 10 minutes.” Obviously they meant an HOUR, because that’s how long it took after it caved in twice and chunks of the roof fell off and I had to prop it up with books. The pictures resemble nothing of what sits on my dining room table. It’s like a creepy, abandoned farmhouse with half the roof gone, with gumdrops. Its the Blair Witch Gingerbread House.
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A few weeks ago I posted about how easy and economic it was to make salt dough ornaments to paint and give away as homemade Christmas ornaments. This is an ornament I made for one my nieces. Hopefully it will be one of those ornaments that she treasures because she loves her wacky, crazy, foul-mouthed Auntie SO much.
Money is tight, Grandma already owns these, and you haven’t found any other homemade Christmas gift ideas you’ve liked. Try these:
- Give someone some Snowman Poop, or the ingredients for Snowman Soup. (Several snowmen were harmed in the typing of this blog post)
- Homemade mittens. (Cut tube sock, Done. If you’re really fancy, you could knit or sew or weld these)
- Custom toilet paper for Grandpa/Grandpa, from Your Child The Artist. Give the kid a roll of TP, some markers, and VOILA.
- Homemade Play Dough. Also makes a great appetizer.
- These little chocolate donut thingies. But I would totally wrap these and give them to myself.
What are your favourite homemade gifts to receive?
Years and years ago, my good friend Karen and I had a great idea after I showed her my Martha Stewart Christmas magazine. We would craft and cut and glue and sparkle and make cute little Christmas towns. We did this for hours, both happily wrapped up in Christmas, and we probably had Bing Crosby’s White Christmas cranked (Or possibly Alvin & The Chipmunks) along with
half a dozen rye and cokes steaming mugs of cocoa. And maybe some chips and dip.
Of the many things we had in common, our love for All Things Christmas was a biggie.
Many evenings later we finished them. We each had made a little town, complete with trees, “snowy” roofs and glittery walls.
I’m not sure where my village went. I might have tossed it out during the 4237 times I have moved in the past ten years.
I wonder if Karen’s village is still kicking around somewhere.
Anyhow, I shall resurrect Martha Stewart’s Winter Village this year. With the help of my fabulous daughter. And it will be awesome.
I sure miss my friend. XOX