Being decidedly credit-crunched at the end of last year, the children and I agreed with the lucky [?] recipients that as many Christmas presents as possible for family members and friends would be home-made.Some of us got busy in the kitchen, making chutney and other preserves, truffles and chocolate-dipped crystallised fruit, and snowman-shaped meringues (unfortunately not as snowy-white as they might have been, and some were mistaken for owls, but they tasted OK!). Others made wooden tree decorations, sprayed gold, and multimedia beachscape paintings incorporating sand, shells and pebbles gathered from the beach.
The most popular product line devised by my ingenious offspring was a range of mirrors made from sea glass, driftwood and other beach-combings. Here are some (rather poor) pics of those that remain in my house (I made sure that I was one of the luckiest recipients of all!)
6 comments:
What a wonderful present to have received - lucky you!
and I bet they had a lot more fun than going to the shops!!
Gosh, that is so impressive. Do not think, that even if his life depended on it, dear son would have a go at making anything. Actually, I lie. He made me a CD (being credit crunched) and it was a brilliant present. Ho for homemade.
I caught our young dog trying to eat my 'sea glass' having consumed my fir cone collection.
Hi Juliet, Just a short note to say how much I enjoy your blog. As an expat man of Essex and a keen yachtsman who has spent many happy hours around the Colne and Blackwater rivers it brings back many fond memories - Well Done Paul Mullings Auckland New Zealand
So glad to sip my coffee this morning and find you in
my inbox! I love the mirrors your children made.
I think writing as making any form of art is 90% discipline - to keep inspiring and working at our
craft.
Juliet, we have so many teachers in our circle of friend-
and quite a few teach english and writing....we have
enjoyed lately the work of poet Taylor Mali
I wonder if you might enjoy his humor.
Google - The impotence of proofreading
From one island girl to another,
Debara
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