Merry Christmas!

To all my friends who will be celebrating it this weekend, a very Merry Christmas!

My friend, neighbour and fellow blogger Granny Bob stopped by this week with a beautiful package for me. Inside were a dozen of these:



The moral of the story is, when life hands you glitter-turds, blog about it. Your more talented friends will show up with much better-looking ornaments for your tree!

That same day, I received 4 of these from my next-door neighbour, who also happens to be Granny Bob's daughter. The crafty genes run strong in this family!


My tree is starting to look less naked! Now, if I can just keep RB's grubby little hands off of everything...

And just so you don't think I'm completely useless with the Christmas crafts, here's what I made following a tutorial my sister brought to my attention recently:


Cute, no? I need to go out next week and get some better felt colours, but you get the idea. If you'd like to make one, they're dead easy, and you can find the instructions here.

Because you've got nothing else going on at the moment, right?!

Comments

Frostbite and Sunburn said…
Well, what wonderful neighbours you have - so very kind. Tree must be looking preety fantabulous!

Wishing you and all your family a wonderful Christmas Wendy.

Cheers - Ann
December 24, 2011 at 8:48 AM
Debra She Who Seeks said…
Oh, that cute owl more than makes up for the glitter-turds! Have a wonderful Christmas!
December 24, 2011 at 10:28 AM
Dimple said…
Merry Christmas to you!

(Nice ornaments!)
December 24, 2011 at 12:05 PM
Glenda said…
Hugs and smiles across the miles from my house to yours....Merry Christmas my friend!
December 24, 2011 at 2:05 PM
Unknown said…
Merry Christmas! Sweet Ornaments!
December 26, 2011 at 10:28 AM
Anonymous said…
Nice owl :-).
January 25, 2012 at 4:36 PM
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