Merry Christmas

[frogs_of_war]

I'm about to start day six of seven (then Christmas where my mother will expect me to cook most of it—and I do even when I tell her I'm not going to. Just how many times can you hear "do you think it's time to start the [blank]?" before you just get up and do it yourself?

My eyes won't stay open and I'm incapable of logical thought. I really could have used several hours more sleep, but I had presents to finish and candy to make and I work until 7 the next two nights, so I'm not going to have a lot of time after dinner and my truffles are still  a lump in the container I was just going to leave them in overnight until I got a chance to shape them. I am so tired. *yawn*

This is the tree I'm giving my brother. It needs more petals around the base, but I had to glue a washer to the edge of the bottom of the rock (the tree on the top effects even a flattish rock's center of gravity and makes it wobble) last night, so the rest of the beads will get glued down tonight. (I couldn't turn it over to see how many stuck)



I totally forgot to put something in for judging the size. The tree is 6"x4" or (five inches tall without the rock)

This is a gift for a friend. (Luckily this year I had a bunch of completed crafts lying around).



This guy is three inches across and he's made out of heat darkened copper wire, but not enough heat to make it soft so I felt like I had to fight the wire the entire way. But now that it's sat for a month and I can't remember what I planned to do, it looks fine to me.

And this is our Christmas tree. It looked better before I rearranged the chain. I'm probably going to fiddle with it again. The green is a folded table cloth. The bulbs are plastic (bought where I work because digging through my closet for the Christmas stuff is too much work this year. Too much stuff on top) hung by transparent thread. The chain normally loops across my curtains. And the star is made of yellow card paper with metallic sharpy decorations. The tree is pinned to the curtain and the presents are piled on the arm of the couch under it. In real life it looks like a drawing of a tree.




And I have a new story that I've been meaning to post. Maybe I'll have time on Friday. It's my next real day off.

See you then.