The only time of year I do crafty type things is December, zero hour, right before Christmas.
And by crafty I mean hot glue, glitter, needles and thread kind of crafty, not rub my crone hands together and stir my cauldron kind of crafty. I don't even own a cauldron.
So here's what Miss Anna and I have been working on lately:
The lotions are a fun recipe that should have been a piece of cake but actually involved me searching for three weeks for a food processor, finding said food processor on craigslist, picking it up, searching high and low for beeswax, discovering it costs four jillion smillion dollars, frantically texting my crafty queen, Genesis, for alternate ideas, promising to kiss her feet when she told me to go to a health food store and buy a beeswax candle ($4, not four jillion smillion dollars), go to said health food store, learn to work food processor (which I love almost as much as I love Genesis), and then making five times as many batches as I thought I would have to because the amount was very small.
We call it Vanilla Pudding Lotion because it looks like vanilla pudding. There isn't any vanilla in it though. I should have called it Honey Pudding Lotion but I didn't think of it until now and I used a sharpie to make my tags.
Cause sharpies are where it's at. Booyah.
These are batches of my favorite facial wash. I've been using this and nothing else for three years now and I love, love, love it. You will love it too if you jump feet first into the Oil Cleanse Method, promise. All it is is extra virgin olive oil (I use 3/4 of the bottle) and castor oil (1/4) and a couple drops of tea tree oil. It takes off make up like a dream and leaves your skin softer than a baby's bum. Plus, it's cheap. And it doesn't sting your eyes when you accidentally buy water proof mascara. So, anyway, you just massage it in and take it off with a very hot cloth. Voila! Dewy skin that is free of chemicals and animal byproducts and questionable things.
More lotions. I hope my little sister, niece, and mom in law aren't reading this. If you are, girls, please practice your surprised/delighted faces when you open these.
These are headbands I made for my wittle bunheads at the ballet studio.
All thirty something of them.
I may or may not have hot glued my fingers together at some point. Hey, look! I do have crone's hands.
And of course, there are the obligatory batches of homemade deliciousness. My favorite is the toffee in the christmas tree jar. That's for my soon-to-be brother in law.
Please ignore the crumbs and sequins in the crevices of my table. Thanks for averting your eyes.
Oh, and I also made a scrapbook!!!! That's a four exclamation point sentence right there. I hate scrapbooking. It's from the devil. My personal hell will be a never ending scrapbooking party, complete with frightening paper cutting devices and endless stickers, with Lucifer barking orders at me about crooked borders and embellishments. But I do love Anna and I do love how much she loved Nutcracker and how many photos she took, so I whipped em all up at Walgreens, scotch taped em all onto fancy paper, stuck em in an album, and wrapped it up under the tree.
The things I do for love.
Merry Christmas and may all your crafting be pain free, sparkly, and merry!