We
are in full-blown Christmas mode. Tinsel, paper-chain garland and
decorations are strewn everywhere, provided it is 4 feet and below.
Robby and his friend Rowan have invested hours happily decorating for
the season. I think their artistic vision is charming and haven't
changed a thing. (Okay, I did remove the ornaments that were hanging on
every light switch so that the lights could be turned off.) Martha
Stewart would certain not approve of our decor, but I probably wouldn't
feel comfortable in her home anyway!
With
the interior exuding Christmas spirit, Robby and I switched our
attention to other traditions. Every year he loves decorating his
Gingerbread house. I don't necessarily enjoy the process of mixing,
cutting, baking and assembling the structure for him, but seeing the
excitement in his eyes makes it worthwhile. For some reason, pre-made
Gingerbread houses are too perfect and uniform for our home. Our cookie
creation has lopsided walls and a bumpy roof, but I think those
imperfections add character. At least, that is what I tell myself when I
prop a variety of glasses, bowls and DVD cases against the walls to
keep them in place while drying.
After
setting up Robby with a dozen bowls filled with colorful candy, novelty
sprinkles and other edible decorations, I seized the opportunity to work
on another festive craft. A friend of mine sent me a link for what
Pinterest claimed to be an "simple, no-fail Christmas craft geared for
children." I thought the result was clever, and considering that I am
certainly not a child, I felt that I possessed the skill level required.
I grabbed 20 candy canes, my glue gun and sat across from Robby to
create my own festive masterpiece.
Within
minutes of the glue gun turning on I remembered an important fact about
myself. In my incapable hands, the glue gun becomes a weapon of
self-destruction. I managed to drip hot glue on just about every pour of
exposed skin. I am still trying to figure out how scalding hot glue
ended up on my forehead and scalp!
The
Christmas music in the background was drowned out by my not so festive
cursing as I tried to deposit the glue onto the candy canes instead of
my fingertips. After several reprimands from Robby, I finally just
dropped a ten dollar bill into the cuss jar, hoping it was enough to
cover the offenses. I tried to temper my words, but hot glue under my
fingernails apparently brings out the sailor in me.
My
fingertips were sore and blistered by the time my "simple, no-fail"
craft was complete. All the wreath needed was another candy cane heart
to fill the void. Unfortunately it didn't fit. I have no idea how the
Pinterest crafters were able to create a complete wreath, because mine
simply wouldn't close. Obviously, I was incorrect in my assumption that I
had the crafting talent of a child.
Out
of fear of using up my credit in the cuss jar, I decided to walk away
from the project. My wreath may not be a complete circle, but I am
trying to be optimistic. Instead of being a Pinterest failure, I crafted
the opportunity to include a large bow for hanging. Somehow, this funny
looking wreath looks perfect next to our candy covered crooked
Gingerbread house.
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