I remember being a teenager and coming home at 2 am to find my mother baking gingerbread houses. She wasn’t waiting up for me; she’s just a little crazy. She’s probably never slept eight straight hours in her life, so she becomes narcoleptic the minute a television turns on. But to be fair, that’s only when she’s idle and she hardly ever is, which brings me back to the gingerbread houses. With all that extra time on her hands, she does a lot of crafting. If she’s not building a gingerbread house or marbling a pot holder, she’s sewing or stenciling something. My whole life I’ve watched her create. It was amazing to grow up with such a crafty mom. I could flip through a book and say, “I want that,” and voila – a two-story gingerbread house with Smurfs in every window would appear! I was never subjected to those cheap Halloween costumes with the flimsy cardboard masks and matching plastic smocks with pictures of a superheroes on them. My costumes were made-to-order, some of my clothes too. She made a gorgeous velvet gown for me to wear in my sister’s wedding. The reason I’m thinking about any of this is because at 2 am Sunday morning, John was asleep in our bed, covered in card stock because I decided to make Christmas cards. I was up most of the night, slept on a button and when I got undressed to take a shower on Sunday, a scrap of paper fell out of my flannel pajamas! It’s official; I am my mother. Thank God I don’t mind! Now that I’ve shown you my metaphorical cards, here are some of my literal cards. Everything I could find got glued – deconstructed jewelry,
magazine pages,
fabric scraps, and buttons.
After I was done with the Christmas cards, I pulled out my grapevine wreath from last year. Without a Holly tree to snip from, I traded out red berries for white blossoms and tested out the Jasmine.
Gorgeous, but it’s a good thing it only took five minutes to make because this is what it looked like by lunch today…
I was hoping the cold weather would keep it perky for a few days, but it may have even worked against me. Oh well, I’ll try the Ligustrum next. And btw, it was in the 50′s today and this transplant is cold!
